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FROM THE LIBRARY OF 



REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON, D. D. 



BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO 



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PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY 



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CONTRIBUTION TO SACRED SONG. 



THOMAS T. LYNCH, 

AUTHOR OF "MEMORIALS OF THEOPHILUS TRINAL," ETC. 



"He shall drink of the brook in the way: therefore shall he lift up 
the head." 



LONDON : 
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PREFACE. 



The streams of sacred sons: make glad the city of God. 
They are, too, streams in the desert ; and many who are 
weary and athirst as they travel towards the city, drinking 
of a brook by the way, can go on that way rejoicing. 

Christian poetry is indeed a river of the water of life ; 
and to this river my ' Rivulet' brings its contribution, 
desiring in its individual course to afford such benefits as 
it may, and to augment, however little, that stream, which, 
that it may ever fertilise the Christian country and ever re- 
fresh its people, must be itself ever fed by new supplies. 

These Hymns for Heart and Voice are suitable for the 
chamber or the church, and they may be "said or sung." 
To facilitate their use in song, I have given references to 
tunes in one of the best tune-books known to me — the 

PSOlfi 

Any other good tune-book, however, will supply tunes 
for most of the hymns. And to many of the hymns other 
tunes, as good as those assigned, perhaps better, may be 
found in the Psalmist. All the varieties of metre in that 
publication are in this book provided for. 

Some of the hymns are obviously more the expres 
of united worship than others. I have not separated these 



vi PREFACE. 

into a distinct group. They occupy what seemed to me 
suitable places in the general arrangement. Such hymns 
when read privately have often a peculiar charm : they con- 
nect us with those from whom we are parted, but with 
whom we are present in spirit ; they make us feel that in 
the fellowship of the truth lies much of the power of the 
truth. 

The book is, then, one of short Christian Poems, to 
peruse (as I hope) for stimulus and solace, or to sing in 
family and social communion. I shall be very glad and 
thankful if in this case too, as in others, it be found true 
that "both is best." 



THOMAS T. LYNCH. 



Kentish Town, London, 
November 1855. 



A Rivulet singing as it flows along 

Lulls us to rest, or thus invites a song : 

" New waters from the ancient fount I bring, 

That they who drink of me with me may sing.' : 



" Oh, come, let iia aing unto the Lord ' 



THE RIVULET. 



A CONTRIBUTION TO SACRED SONG. 



I. 

Spirit ! whose various energies 
By dew and flame denoted are. 

By rain from the world-covering skies, 
By rushing and by whispering air ; 

Be Thou to us, O gentlest one, 
The brimful river of sweet peace, 

Sunshine of the celestial sun, 
Restoring air of sacred ease. 

Life of our life, since life of Him 
By whom we live eternally, 

Our heart is faint, our eye is dim, 
Till Thou our spirit purify. 

B 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

The purest airs are strongest too, 

Strong to enliven and to heal : 
Spirit purer than the dew. 

Thine holiness in strength reveal. 

Felt art Thou, and the heavy heart 

Grows cheerful and makes bright the eyes ; 

Up from the dust the enfeebled start, 
Armed and re-nerved for victories : 

Felt art Thou, and relieving tears 
Fall, nourishing our young resolves : 

Felt art Thou, and our icy fears 
The sunny smile of love dissolves. 

O Spirit, when thy mighty wind 

The entombing rocks of sin hath rent, 

Lead shuddering forth the awakened mind, 
In still voice whispering thine intent. 

As to the sacred light of day 

The stranger soul shall trembling come, 
Say, "These thy friends/' and "This thy way/' 

And " Yonder thy celestial home." 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 



II. 

Dismiss me not thy service, Lord, 
But train me for thy will \ 

For even I in fields so broad 
Some duties may fulfil \ 

And I will ask for no reward, 
Except to serve Thee still. 

How many serve, how many more 

May to the service come ; 
To tend the vines, the grapes to store, 

Thou dost appoint for some : 
Thou hast thy young men at the war, 

Thy little ones at home. 

All works are good, and each is best 

As most it pleases Thee ; 
Each worker pleases when the rest 

He serves in charity : 
And neither man nor work unblest 

Wilt Thou permit to be. 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

O ye who serve, remember One 
The worker's way who trod ; 

He served as mam but now his throne, 
It is the throne of God : 

The sceptre He hath to us shown 
Is like a blossoming rod. 

Firm fibres of the tree of life 
Hath each command of his, 

And each with clustering blossoms rife 
At every season is ; 

Bare only, like a sword of strife, 
Against love's enemies. 

Our Master all the work hath done 

He asks of us to-day ; 
Sharing his service, every one 

Share too his sonship may. 
Lord, I would serve and be a son ; 

Dismiss me not, I pray. 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 



III. 

I have looked above me, 

Saying as I stood, 
" Shall I ever love Thee 

Even as I would ?" 
Hands together clasping, 

Prayer to Thee I urge ; 
Like a swimmer gasping 

In the ocean surge. 

I for love endeavour 

As for breath of life ; 
Must I seek it ever 

With a painful strife ? 
I on waves of thinking 

Foothold cannot keep ; 
Downward am I sinking, 

Over me they sweep. 

Lord, Thou art above me, 
Silent and serene ; 

Surely I could love Thee, 
If I once had seen 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

Christ as Saviour ready- 
Fearful hearts to save ; 

Giving footsteps steady, 
Even on the wave. 

Is He coming near me ? 

Will He by me stand? 
Will He speak and cheer me, 

Take me by the hand ? 
May the humble-minded 

See Him on his way, 
Though the proud are blinded 

By the fretful spray ? 

Oh, if I but know Thee 

In thy human form ; 
Oh, if Thou but show me 

Jesus in the storm ; 
Perils never counting, 

In love's air I'll breathe ; 
Hugest doubts surmounting, 

Though they cry and seethe. 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 



IV. 

The sufferer had been heard to say, 
" I am the unhappiest in the land;" 

But comforted went on his way, 

When Jesus took him by the hand. 

The poor man had been oft passed by 
By many people rich and grand ; 

But found at last prosperity, 

When Jesus took him by the hand. 

The sinner in unpitied blame 

Was perishing, an outcast banned ; 

But rose, and left behind his shame, 
When Jesus took him by the hand. 

And many of whom all men said, 

" They've fallen never more to stand," 

Have risen, though they seemed as dead, 
When Jesus took them by the hand. 

O ye, who in the journey's length 
Must often tread the weary sand, 

Your fainting limbs will gather strength, 
If Jesus takes vou by the hand. 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

" Come unto me," the Saviour cries, 
Nor speaks in accents falsely bland : 

" Hard is the way/' He says, " but rise : 
And then He takes us by the hand. 



V. 

Flowers will not cease to speak, 

And tell the praise of God, 
Even to the careless man 

Who has upon them trod : 
Rising suns and falling rain 

Will not refuse their gift to yield, 
Though of our neglect complain 

The garden and the field : 

Birds will not refuse to sing 

The summer woods among, 
Though we to their God and ours 

No song have ever sung : 
Heaven will not at once grow dim, 

Because unhonoured by a look ; 
Nor the temple close on him 

Who worship has forsook. 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

Whether we are thine or no, 

Thy mercies, Lord, are ours ; 
Still thy choicest works and words 

Stir us with their powers ; 
They, by victory of love, 

Can move the hardened to relent ; 
They have voices from above, 

To call us upward sent. 



VI. 

Aloft in the quietest air 

Serenely the cloudlets repose; 
The God who has made- them so fair, 

His love in their loveliness shows. 
It rests us to look on their calm ; 

Their softness, it softens our heart ; 
Our hurry, distress, and alarm, 

They silently tell to depart. 

Like raiment of angels they shine ; 

No fingers such robes ever spun ; 
Their texture so airily fine 

Is dyed in the hues of the sun : 



10 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

Such garments for souls may be had, 
On us the like glory appear \ 

In gentleness may we be clad, 
And rectitude winningly clear. 

The light of religion, that flows 

From robes that our spirits desire, 
Is warm, though as white as the snows, 

And mild, though as ruddy as fire. 
Lord, clothe us in sanctity bright ; 

Let love with its zest and its zeal 
Be mingling the red and the w T hite, 

And Christ in our aspect reveal. 



VII. 

Say not, my soul, " From whence 

Can God relieve my care ?" 
Hemember that Omnipotence 

Has servants every where : 
But if as weak and poor 

Thou seekest charity, 
Christ may come knocking at thy door, 

And ask relief of thee. 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 11 

He comes as truth denied, 

Comes as a wounded heart ; 
Sees if with courage well supplied 

And kindliness thou art. 
Will He an alms receive ? 

Then never doubt and fret ; 
Is He less able to relieve, 

More likely to forget ? 

God's help is always sure, 

His methods seldom guessed ; 
Delay will make our pleasure pure, 

Surprise will give it zest : 
His wisdom is sublime, 

His heart profoundly kind ; 
God never is before his time, 

And never is behind. 

Hast thou assumed a load 

Which few will share with thee, 
And art thou carrying it for God, 

And shall He fail to see ? 
Be comforted at heart, 

Thou art not left alone : 
Now thou the Lord's companion art; 

Soon thou wilt share his throne. 



12 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 



VIII. 

Oh, break my heart ; hut break it as a field 
Is by the plough up-broken for the corn : 

Oh, break it as the buds, by green leaf sealed, 
Are, to unloose the golden blossom, torn : 

Love would I offer unto love's great Master, 

Set free the odour, break the alabaster. 

Oh, break my heart ; break it, victorious God, 
That life's eternal well may flash abroad : 
Oh, let it break as when the captive trees, 
Breaking cold bonds, regain their liberties : 
And as thought's sacred grove to life is springing, 
Be joys, like birds, their hope thy victory singing. 



IX. 



My hastening life admonishes 
My often-faltering soul to try 

And yet perform some goodly work, 
Ere, with the years, desires fly. 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 13 

What, in a world where cries for help 
Must ever sound till sin shall cease, 

Can be a goodlier work than this, — 
Griefs to assuage, and joys increase ? 

To fill with light some sunken eyes 
Where reason struggles with despair : 

To bring sin's pallid prisoners forth 
Into the free and wholesome air : 

To cheer the oppressed with righteous words, 
And aid them with a labouring arm : 

The slaves of tyrant ignorance 

To rescue, and then shield, from harm : 

To offer cups of water pure 

From rocky truth's cool, plenteous well, 
To souls confused with feverish woes 

Unspoken and unspeakable : 

To set ablaze some signal-fire 

Of zealous thought, till in affright 

The careless slumberers start and rise, 
And rally round the true and right. 



14 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

Let me remeditate the truth 

That Christ did for and with us bleed, 

Then, " He is good that doeth good/' 
Shall be my dear and honoured creed. 

Oh, if no partner in the pains 

By which love labours for my race, 

Death, that takes home and crowns the brave, 
Can but insure my long disgrace. 



X. 

Amid the hills retired 

A fount began its flow, 
And riches soon acquired 

To bless the lands below; 
And though its wealth it freely spent, 
It grew the richer as it went. 

For solitary hills, 

From stores of rain and snow, 
Contributed new rills, 

Their sympathy to show; 
And soon the river on the plains 
As monarch of their plenty reigns. 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 15 

Our God in hours retired 

Can open in our heart 
A fount of good desired, 

And such supplies impart, 
That more it has, the more it gives, 
And all our life upon it lives. 

O sacred stream of love, 

Hast thou begun thy flow, 
And from the hills above 

Reached now the lands below ? 
Then, blest by thee, life's common field 
Will corn and fruit and herbage yield. 



XI. 

Love me, O Lord, forgivingly, 

Oh, ever be my friend ; 
And still, when Thou reprovest me, 

Reproof with pity blend. 

Oh, pity me when weak I fall ; 

And as with saddened eyes 
I upwards look, oh, let thy call 

Come strengthening: me to rise. 



16 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

My sms, dispersed by mercy bright, 
Like clouds again grow black ; 

Ob, change the winds that bring such night, 
And drive the darkness back. 



This striving weather, let it cease ; 

Then fervent, fruitful days 
Shall yield both promise and increase, 

And make my growth thy praise. 



XII. 

Look up ; the rainy heavens withdraw, 

Light flows anew at ebb of day ; 
Look, and believe the gracious law, 

That love shall have the final sway. 

The grass is of a perfect green, 

Dappled with shades this pleasant hour ; 

The garden-walk is crisp and clean ; 

Wind shakes the tears from bough and flower. 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. J 

Its finest life is in the air, 

Its finest lustre in the light \ 
And see ! the drifting clouds of care 

Are touched with glory in their flight. 

In such an hour is understood 

The sacred mystery of woe ; 
We feel a life divinely good 

Within us rise, around us flow : 

A spirit tranquil as of one 

Who now in happy languor rests, 

Sore wearied with his work well done, 
But through well-doing richly blest : 

A spirit as of one who broods 
On sorrows ceased but unforgot ; 

Whose heart, like heaven, the rainiest moods 
Leave softer and without a blot. 



Come, holy peace, when evening's flame 
Burns in the west intensely still, 

Come, kindling salutary shame 

For half-won good, half- vanquished ill. 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 



XIII. 

Oh, is the heart too soon appeased, 
Oh, is its pain too lightly eased, 
AYhen, though the sun with stinted ray 
Has been but glimmering all the day, 
One last brief gush of glory bright 
Can fill and flood it with delight ? 



No \ to the heart this beam so brief 
Pledges, as well as brings, relief; 
Light from serene eternity 
Now flushes promise through the sky, 
That thus shall life, its dark day spent, 
End in an ocean of content. 



When once our cloudy course has run, 
The long-obscured but waiting sun 
In morning might and evening peace 
Shall shine, and as our labours cease, 
Our craving spirits fully bless 
With quick, triumphant happiness. 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 19 

O glorious truth ! and is it true 
For me, my Lord, whose hopes are few, 
Whose chiefest grief and fault it is 
That proffered hopes he makes not his ? 
One sunny gush of comfort give ; 
Oh, say again, " Believe, and live." 



XIV. 

Lord, when in silent hours I muse 

Upon myself and Thee, 
I seem to hear the stream of life 

That runs invisibly. 

Then know I, what I oft forget, 
How fleeting are my days \ 

Remember me, my God, nor let 
My end be my dispraise. 

Oh, think upon me for my good, 
Though little good I do ; 

My hope, and my forgiving friend, 
Thou hast been hitherto. 



20 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

And I would live in such a course. 

That men to me may say, 
"Oh, whence hast thou thy joy and force? 

What is thy secret stay ?" 

My joy, when truest joy I have, 
It comes to me from heaven ; 

My strength, when I from weakness rise, 
Is by thy Spirit given. 

And while He shines as He has shone 
"Whom Thou hast made my stay, 

Life can but gently float me on, 
Not hurry me away. 



XV. 



Ah, miserable man, 

What feeble taper light 
Is this, which casts its spectral gleam 

Into the murky night ? 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 21 

A reasoner without love, 

Thy quivering ray forlorn 
Can show the strange and fearful night, 

But never bring the dawn. 

Lord, in our musing heart 

If Thou reveal thy Son, 
Upward the growing twilight strikes, 

The morning has begun. 

The orb of love appears, 

Night and its dreams are o'er; 
In such a light need never man 

Be miserable more. 



XVI. 

Rise ! He calleth thee, arise ! 

Come, O sorrow-blinded man ; 
He who lighted first the eyes, 

Only He relight them can. 



22 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

Come, and see the face of one 
Who familiar was with grief; 

Now it shineth as the sun ; 
In his smile is thy relief. 

Rise ! He calleth thee, arise ! 

Prisoner of an inward night ; 
Sin destroyeth earth and skies, 

If it quench the fount of light. 

Come, of daybreak His the hour 
"When thou seest Christ the Lord ; 

See Him, and regain the power 
Both to look and walk abroad. 



XVII. 

Christ in his word draws near; 
Hush, moaning voice of fear, 

He bids thee cease : 
With songs sincere and sweet 
Let us arise, and meet 
Him who comes forth to greet 

Our souls with peace. 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 23 

Rising above thy care, 
Meet Him as in the air, 

O weary heart : 
Put on joy's sacred dress, 
Lo, as He comes to bless, 
Quite from thy weariness 

Set free thou art. 



For works of love and praise 
He brings thee summer days, 

Warm days and bright : 
Winter is past and gone, 
Now He, salvation's sun, 
Shineth on every one 

With mercy's light. 

From the bright sky above, 
Clad in his robes of love, 

'Tis He, our Lord : 
Dim earth itself grows clear 
As his light draweth near : 
Oh, let us hush and hear 

His holy word. 



24 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

XVIII. 

The sacred word, so fraught with use, 
Is bright with beauty too, 

Oft startling us like blooms profuse 
Upon a sudden view. 

But more amazing than the bloom 
Which all the tree bestuds, 

See, peering from the leafy gloom, 
A hundred thousand buds. 

Oh, bud for ever, glorious tree, 

Oh, ever blossom thus ; 
So shall thy good fruits plenteously 

Hang ripening for us. 



XIX. 

Lord, all things every where 

Thy mighty praise declare ; 

Some may muse, and some may sing, 

But they all are worshipping : 

Or by silence or by sound 

Thou art praised the world around. 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 25 

Ever the circling earth 

Gives night and morning birth • 

Every moment some place knows 

Work returning or repose : 

Some things wake, and some things rest ; 

But by all thy love is blest. 

The stormy seas and calm 
Join in a giant psalm, 
Solemn praises unto Thee 
Sounding forth unceasingly : 
Verses loud and verses low 
Equally thy glory show. 

The rooted mountains grand 

All reverently stand, 

And by silent awe express 

Lowly-hearted loftiness ; 

Sometimes veiled, and sometimes bare, 

Xow for praises, now for prayer. 

How doth the ample sky 

Shine with thy majesty ! 

Sun and stars, in every clime, 

Keep their course and change their time ; 

And, by sunshine or by shower, 

Thou art honoured every hour. 



26 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

Still with unchanging plan 
Thou blessest wayward man, 
And the varying hours prove 
That Thou hast unvarying love : 
Sometimes grieved, and sometimes gay, 
We would trust Thee every day. 

Lord, shall sin work Thee shame, 
To cloud thy glorious Name ? 
No, Thou art so good and just, 
Sin and sorrow serve Thee must : 
While they last and when they die, 
Thou art hope, Thou victory. 

The cross and sepulchre 
On love the crown confer ; 
Suffering has vanquished pain, 
Dying has made death a gain : 
Wicked hands but wrought their deed, 
That a Saviour might succeed. 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 27 



XX. 

Brothers, let us to the Lord 
Give ourselves, both heart and sword \ 
Under his commanding eye 
We shall march to victory. 



Hark, the strains of music roll, 
Like a tide they fill the soul ; 
As they to their highest rise, 
We will launch our enterprise. 

Ye who 'list must 'list in faith, 
Fearing neither toil nor scath ; 
Calm 'mid the bewildering cry, 
Confident of victory. 

Hark, the music loud and sweet 
Thrills our heart and stirs our feet : 
Brothers, hands upon our swords, 
Let us shout, "We are the Lord's !" 



28 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 



XXI. 

How calmly the evening once more is descending, 
As kind as a promise, as still as a prayer ; 

O wing of the Lord, in thy shelter befriending 
May we and our households continue to share ! 

The sky, like the kingdom of heaven, is open ; 

Oh, enter, my soul, at the glorious gates ; 
The silence and smile of His love are the token, 

Who now for all comers invitingly waits. 

We come to be soothed with His merciful healing, 
The dews of the night cure the wounds of the day \ 

We come, our life's worth and its brevity feeling, 
With thanks for the past, for the future we pray. 

Lord, save us from folly ; be with us in sorrow ; 

Sustain us in work till the time of our rest ; 
When earth's day is over, may heaven's to-morrow 

Dawn on us, of homes long expected possest. 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 29 



XXII. 

Above the dusky air 

Shine the bright steps of hope ; 
And I, though from the lowest stair, 

Would mount to heaven's cope. 

Thus yearning, I arise, 

But heavily I move : 
Alas, that with such wistful eyes, 

My limbs so feeble prove ! 

O thou essential Light, 

How can I climb to Thee ? 
The starry way is infinite — 

My hope is vanity. 

Ah, glorious vanity ! 

It is as if the sun 
Were quenched in waves, as from the sea 

His upward course begun. 



30 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

But can the* morning fail, 

Though dawn be dark and wild ? 

Rejoice, O soul, thou shalt prevail ; 
Of light thou art the child. 

Thy hope, it shall be made 
Thy strength, if it be bright; 

Thy limbs, so heavy in the shade, 
Grow lighter in the light. 



XXIII. 



Irresolute, I stand perplext, 
What pathway shall I follow next ? 
Show me the way that I must take ; 
Show me, O Lord, for Jesus' sake. 

He is the upward way for all, 
Upon whose steep ascents there fall 
Sweet lustres from the gates above, 
The ever-open gates of love. 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 31 

I know Him : but when thus I stay, 

And musing loiter time away, 

A shadow dims that sacred light, 

"Which shines to guide from height to height. 

Unless some earthly way I take, 
I cannot heavenward progress make ; 
With settled aim and conscience clear, 
What shall I do? how journey here? 

My soul the untried seas would dare, 
Or sands of every way-mark bare, 
Should but thy voice distinctly say, 
" Go forward, soul; there lies thy way." 

Say, " This thou mast do :" such behest 
Can make the darkest path the best : 
If but I know my way through time, 
My soul those sunny steeps can climb. 



32 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 



XXIV. 

Speak not in the shaking thunder, 

Shine not in the lightning's blaze ; 
Mercy's heaven we still are under, 

O thou God of wise delays : 
Mercy's angels still attend us, 

Breathing helpful winds from Thee ; 
Save us from the surge tremendous 

Of destruction's angry sea. 

Fill us with the love, outcasting 

Murmur, fearfulness, and sleep : 
Towards the city everlasting, 

Night and day across the deep, 
With a steady will unswerving, 

Ship-like may we onward press, 
Buoyant mastery preserving 

O'er the watery wilderness. 

Then if winds, their trumpets blowing, 
Summon all the waves to rise, 

Faith to her perfection growing, 
'Mid her wrestling agonies, 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 33 

Thus shall cry, " O Father, hearken ; 

Thou hast saved, and still wilt save ; 
Love has bid this tempest darken, 

Love would have his children brave." 

Storms shall but our heart embolden ; 

Sweet returns the assuring sun \ 
Under heavens calm and golden 

Peacefully we prosper on ; 
Wrecking judgments never fearing, 

Now with heart unmutinous, 
Under orders, we are nearing 

Homes God has prepared for us. 



XXV. 

When strength is shaken and I fail, 

My pain subduing me, 
I see the trembling of the vail 

That hides eternity : 
The unlifted curtain only shakes, 
But this the future present makes. 



34 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

How near, how real, the hidden scene ! 

Disclosure soon may come ; 
Only a curtain lies between 

Me and my final home : 
My home ! ah, till I so can say, 
My God, permit me here to stay. 

Oh, who would wish to enter fresh 
Earth's dark and troubled land ? 

What if a world behind the flesh 
Yet worse than earth there stand ! 

Lord, of a better world we sing ; 

Thither Thou wo^ldst our spirits bring. 

Like glimmers of the light of heaven 
That struggle through the vail, 

Let truth be felt, and joy be given, 
In hours when we are frail : 

Love can our spirits tranquillise, 

Whether the curtain shake or rise. 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 



XXVI. 

While the law on stone is written. 
Stone-like is the mighty word ; 

We with chilling awe are smitten, 
Though the word is thine, O Lord : 

Firm it is as mountains old, 

As their snowy summits cold. 

Stone-like, too, on each offender 
Broken laws may heavy fall, 

And with crushing vengeance render 
One a terror unto all : 

Struck themselves, in enmity, 

Ireful sparks may from them fly. 

Lord, Thou hast the law re-written, 
Where we may untrembling read ; 

We with tender awe are smitten, 
As we see the Saviour bleed, — 

Bleed in his obedient love, 

Hope and zeal in us to move. 



36 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

From his heart the law is shining, 
Heart-like is its every word ; 

We who in the cold were pining, 
Of the sunny warmth have heard : 

From the rocks we feared would crush 

At his touch sweet waters gush. 

Honoured be the name of Jesus, 
Who for us obedient stood • 

Faith in Him from fear will ease us, 
Love to Him will make us good : 

When the law in love is shown, 

Hearts we have instead of stone. 



XXVII. 



"Where is the stream, the happy stream, 
To rid me of distempering heat ; 
To lave me in its running strength, 
And give my heart a moderate beat ?" 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 37 

Streams not the wind, the breezy wind, 

In sunny currents by thy side ? 
The morning and the evening air, 

Oh, hast thou, and yet vainly, tried ? 

God bathes thee when heart-soothing air 

Ripples around thee easingly ; 
Then gently comes the grateful wish 

Yet to be his well-pleasingly. 

Yet to be his, and ever his, 

The wistful heart in worship yearns ; 
When lighter grows the load of life, 

And injured happiness returns. 

Inert in the sepulchral gloom 

Of dusky, spirit-palsying care, 
Why shouldst thou lie, when liberal love 

Awaits thee in the open air ? 

Chained as thou art, thyself drag forth, 
Fevered and fettered, to the breeze : 

Thy chains shall fall, thy heats subside, 
And the stream cleanse thee as it frees. 



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XXVIII. 

In the time of our youth 
What a glory of truth 

May encircle our brow as we muse ! 
Never darksome the day ; 
For go whither we may, 

We can brighten the light as we choose. 

So intense and devout, 
We are never without 

Something great to be hoped for or done ; 
And are ready to bleed, 
If we may but succeed, 

And the battle for justice be won. 

But this zeal may decay, 
And our light fade away, 

And the heart may grow misty and cold ; 
And the man at full age 
Be too wise to engage 

In a battle excepting for gold. 



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What ! is all thou hast done, 
Flash thy sword in the sun, 

And declare what thou one day wouldst do ? 
Hadst thou rather now see 
All the world serving thee 

Than by sufferings serve God with the few ? 

Love's tower, it looked high, 
Seen by fancy's bright eye, 

What a glorious structure to build ! 
But the cost, it proved vast, 
And the labour must last 

All thy life : so thine ardour was chilled. 

Saviour ! who for the truth, 
At the close of thy youth 

Camest forth, and didst wondrously fight ; 
Thou canst give what was thine, 
Love and ardour divine : 

Oh, renew us our youth with its light ! 



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XXIX. 

One says, " The glow of life is over, 

The summer days are past ; 
The air no more is sweet with clover, 

Bitter is every blast." 
Another says, " I too was fearful, 

And thought the summer gone ; 
But now am comforted and cheerful, 

Again the sun hath shone : 

The sun hath shone, and now is shining, 

And, oh, the subtle air — 
A solace and a spur combining — 

With marvellous repair 
Rebuilds my heart, that time had wasted, 

And all my hopes re-swell, 
As if, when God began, He hasted 

To make our sickness well." 

Oh, though for us is no returning 

Upon our former track, 
The hopes for which our heart is yearning 

Are ever coming back : 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 41 

Deep inward thrills break up inaction, 

And power we regain, 
When by our Maker's benefaction 

Comes sunshine after rain. 



XXX. 

See ! through the heavenly arch 
With silent stately march 

The starry ranks for ever sweep ; 
In graduate scale of might 
They all are sons of light, 

And all their times and orders keep. 

O glorious, countless host, 
Which shall I praise the most, 

Your lustrous groups, or course exact ? 
Ye on your way sublime 
Defy confusing time 

Your light to dim, your path distract. 



42 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

Earth's early fathers saw 
The gospel and the law 

In the firm beauty of the skies : 
O thou unswerving Will, 
The unveiled heavens still 

Show Thee as glorious, good, and wise. 

Lord of the starry night, 
With awe and with delight 

Under thy temple dome we pray : 
Still as we gaze above, 
Temper our fear with love, 

That we may filial homage pay. 



Not as the primal force 
Impelling nature's course, 

We know Thee, but as Father dear : 
Oh, if with foolish mind 
We judge Thee weakly kind, 

Correct false love with filial fear. 



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XXXI. 

Folded close the shadows are, 
And no disappearing star 
Tells of morn, still distant far. 

Coming slowly on. 

On his dusk and silent way, 
Hark, the Lord goes forth to pray ! 
He whose mercies yesterday 

On the city shone. 

Homes where late was sore distress 
Now unusual slumbers bless ; 
Tired with very happiness 

Hushed the sleepers lie. 

He for strength must go alone, 
See the sun ascend his throne, 
Feel that symbol of his own 

Glorious victory. 



44 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

Loneliness to Him is rest, 
In his deep and open breast 
Then arise those fountains blest 

By which earth is healed. 

Now the day is bright and broad, 
Crossing the still dewy sward, 
Strong to do the work of God, 

Lo, He stands revealed ! 

Coming from communings sweet 
With his Father, see Him meet 
The inquiring throng, and greet 

All with wisest love. 



" Day advances ; we must reach 
Other cities, there to teach ; 
Far and wide good news to preach, 

Came I from above." 



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XXXII. 

Close not, ye heavens, that opened were, 
And shone with such a gladdening light : 

'Twas hard the unbroken dark to bear, 
But harder still re-gathering night. 

Oh, shine with an abiding smile ; 

Alone in your unspoken love 
Have I sufficient solace while 

I struggle towards my home above. 

Must smiles be brief? Then let there burn 
A light by fresh ones in my heart 

Kindled and fed, till darkness turn 
To day that never can depart. 



XXXIII. 



Thou shalt not doubt the King most high, 
AVhose glory is creation's good : 

Sunlike his beams of majesty 

The storming ages have withstood. 



46 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

The pillars of eternal right 

Who from their rocky hold can wrench ? 
The flame of the eternal light 

What gloom can hide, what wind can quench ? 

Thou shalt not doubt the awful King ; 

Glory is his, but terror too ; 
The rebel storms their homage bring, 
• And bow their pride his will to do. 
If darkness is his judgment-dress, 

His sunny robes He will resume ; 
Unfailing He returns to bless, 

Like daybreak from the midnight's tomb. 

Thou shalt not doubt eternal God ; 

Mercy upholds his stately throne ; 
He wins creation's heart by blood ; 

Our blood it is, and yet his own. 
O solemn and consoling sign ! 

Wilt thou be saved ? He save thee will. 
Thy blood was his ; then his is thine ; 

He in thee will thine hope fulfil. 



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XXXIV. 

When the wind is blowing, 

Do not shrink and cower ; 
Firmly onward going, 

Feel the joy of power : 
Heaviest the heart is 

In a heavy air ; 
Every wind that rises 

Blows away despair. 

"With the waves contending, 

See, the ships prevail, 
Winning aid befriending 

From the adverse gale : 
Thus the way contesting 

Souls must hold their course, 
Thus a blessing wresting 

From each hostile force. 

When the darts but rattle 
On the coward's shield, 

He will quit the battle, 
Sword and self will yield : 



48 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

From the fear of failing 
Shall we cease to pray ? 

On the foe's assailing 
Throw the shield away ? 

Hopeless, and yet winning, 

Thou wilt wiser be, 
Wit's end the beginning 

Of new faith in thee : 
Foes, and winds, and weather, 

To oppose, resolve : 
Faith and skill together 

Hardest problems solve. 



XXXV. 



Lord, oft the heavens of day and night, 

Shining as if to sanctify, 
Seem so pathetically bright, 

I breathe a spiritual sigh. 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 49 

The sigli of one who in unrest 

A moment shares the peace above ; 

The sigh of one who has been blest, 
And gently feels upbraiding love. 

The sigh of one who, worn with strife, 
Has careless grown to further harm ; 

But, touched with former, happier life, 
Yearns now for an eternal calm. 

Self-blamed, self-pitying, my heart 

Sighing suspects a sad reverse ; 
With joy I chose the better part, 

Can I have left it for the worse ? 

Oh, were I good as ye are bright, 
Ye heavens, that proffer sympathy ; 

And steadfast as your stars of light, 
Whose kingly look oft pierces me ! 

Lord, it is for that life I sigh 

Whose utmost glories are afar ; 
Oft trembling, when I feel it nigh, 

Lest sin and care my hope should mar. 

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XXXVI. 

Let us with a wind-like song 

Freshen all the air of life ; 
Singing makes the weak heart strong, 

Now to win seems worth the strife : 
Songs to Him who is our light 

Will disperse each cloudy fear ; 
Songs to Him who is our might 

Will the wavering onward cheer. 

Let us sing the solemn praise 

Of that blessed Potentate, 
Who with life's eternal blaze 

Does the heavens irradiate : 
He for ever, only He, 

Has a throne all thrones above ; 
Name his realm Immensity, 

Name the mighty ruler Love. 

Songs to Thee, O mighty Love, 
Have a sound like coming rain, 

Whose abundance soon shall prove 
Thou hast heard our souls complain. 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 51 

Oh, forgive our murmurings, Lord ; 

Think but of our thirsty hours ; 
Prom the bright clouds of thy word 

Let us now have balmy showers. 



XXXVII. 

The brooks that brim with showers, 

And sparkle on their way, 
Will freshen and will feed the flowers ; 

Thus working while they play. 

Nor will our hearts do less, 

If happily we live ; 
For cheerfulness is usefulness, — 

The life we have we give. 

Truth is a sacred rain, 

Our hearts but scanty rills, 

Which higher power and pleasure gain 
As truth the current fills. 

If freely we receive, 

We freely will bestow ; 
And tokens of our passage leave 

Where'er we shine and flow. 



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XXXV1IL 

Oh, where is He that trod the sea, 

Oh, where is He that spake, — 
And demons from their victims flee, 

The dead their slumbers break ; 
The palsied rise in freedom strong, 

The dumb men talk and sing, 
And from blind eyes, benighted long, 

Bright beams of morning spring. 

Oh, where is He that trod the sea, 

Oh, where is He that spake, — 
And piercing words of liberty 

The deaf ears open shake ; 
And mildest words arrest the haste 

Of fever's deadly fire, 
And strong ones heal the weak who waste 

Their life in sad desire. 

Oh, where is He that trod the sea, 
Oh, where is He that spake, — 

And dark waves, rolling heavily, 
A glassy smoothness take ; 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 53 

And lepers, whose own flesh has been 

A living loathsome grave, 
See with amaze that they are clean, 

And cry, " 'Tis He can save." 

Oh, where is He that trod the sea, — 

'Tis only He can save; 
To thousands hungering wearily 

A wondrous meal He gave : 
Full soon, celestially fed, 

Their rustic fare they take ; 
; Twas springtide when He blest the bread, 

And harvest when He brake. 

Oh, where is He that trod the sea, — 

My soul ! the Lord is here : 
Let all thy fears be hushed in thee, 

To leap, to look, to hear, 
Be thine : thy needs He'll satisfy : 

Art thou diseased, or dumb? 
Or dost thou in thine hunger cry ? 

" I come," saith Christ ; " I come." 



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XXXIX. 

Lord, break the deadly battle-bow, 
Unfold the glorious bow of peace, 

And by that sign of mercy show 
That war so merciless shall cease. 



Lord, shut the cannon's gloomy mouth, 
For ever hush its thundering tongue ; 

The risen sun must reach the south, 
The songs of peace must yet be sung. 

Fair peace shall be to truth at last, 
Whose love for her no trouble quells, 

Wedded indissolubly fast, 

And earth shall hear the marriage-bells. 

Yet, Lord, who wilt most surely hush 
The maddened world into a calm, 

The mighty floods that whirl and rush 
Have wrought us good, amid their harm. 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 55 

Thy judgment was a mercy then, 
When Thou didst purify the world, 

And wicked works and wicked men 
One flood to common ruin hurled. 

And often by confusions vast 

Hast Thou prepared thy blessings best ; 
Yet, Lord, how long ? Oh, for the last 

Great strife, and then the final rest ! 

Come, thou Redeemer, whom we trust ; 

Come, Jesus, gentle, though severe : 
This have we learned, — we must be just, 

Then Thou wilt make thy peace appear. 

Saviour, when thy bright love is shed 

On earth's innumerable tears, 
Mercy's broad bow shall be outspread, 

The hope of sweet millennial years. 



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HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 



XL. 

Is life a groping and a guess, 
A vain cry in a wilderness, 

No light of home at distance seen ? 
And do our hearts like fallen trees 
Drift down the rivers to the seas, 

Though hope hath once exalted been ? 

We are not driftwood on the wave ; 
But like the ships, that tempests brave, 

Our hearts upon their voyage stand : 
We utter no unheeded cry, 
" Where is my God?" Lo, He is nigh, 

And says, " Take, child, thy Father's hand. 

Must they who seek for wisdom be 
Like mariners on a shoreless sea, 

Still circling round the water- world \ 
At last, exhausting heart and store, 
To spring a leak, and, seen no more, 

To sink, though still with sail unfurled ? 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 57 

His soul a haven found for rest 

Who leaned upon his Saviour's breast — 

An island mid the waters' foam : 
But once at rest, lo, soon we are 
At sea again, and Christ our star, 

And God our final port and home. 



XLI. 

I give myself to prayer • 

Lord, give Thyself to me, 
And let the time of my request 

Thy time of answer be. 

My thoughts are like the reeds, 

And tremble as they grow, 
In the sad current of a life 

That darkly runs and slow. 

Xo song is in the air, 
& But one pervading fear ; 

Death's shadow dims my light, and Death 
Himself is lurking near. 



58 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

I am as if asleep, 

Yet conscious that I dream ; 
Like one who vainly strives to wake 

And free himself, I seem. 

The loud distressful cry 

With which I call on Thee, 

Shall wake me, Lord, to find that Thou 
Canst give me liberty. 

Oh, break this darksome spell, 
This murky sadness strange, 

Let me the terrors of the night 
For cheerful day exchange. 

Freshen the air with wind, 
Comfort my heart with song ; 

Let thoughts be lilies pure, and life 
A river bright and strong. 

Save me from subtle Death, 
Who, serpent-like, by fear 

Palsies me for escape, yet draws 
His trembling victim near. 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 59 

I give myself to prayer ; 

Lord, give Thyself to me ; 
And in the time of my distress, 

Oh, haste and succour me. 

Then, be my heart, my world, 

Re-hallowed unto Thee, 
And thy pervading glory, Lord, 

Oh, let me feel and see. 



XLIL 

Lord, why dost Thou thy love conceal, 
And why so long a silence keep ? 

When souls by Thee forsaken feel, 

Childlike, they tremble and they weep ; 

Or stand in mute and tearless woe 

Like crosses, which their victims leave, 

And which no more the sufferer show, 
But tell of grief, yet do not grieve. 



60 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

O Lord, when darkest grows the hour, 
And loneliest feels the childlike heart, 

Then show Thyself in sudden power 
To be the Father that Thou art. 

And when the rigid heart but seems 
A monument of former woe, 

Reveal love's meaning in extremes, 
And crosses trees of life shall grow. 



XLIII. 



Can a trustless thought intrude, 
While I stand in gratitude 
Looking at you, O sweet flowers, 
Prophets still of happy hours ? 

True it is I gaze and sigh, 
So uncouth and darksome I ; 
But I should not love you so, 
Could I not more lovely grow. 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. Gl 

Though it may not yet be seen 
What ye severally mean. 
As by alphabetic speech 
Though ye can no wisdom teach ; 

Yet ye seem to sing a strain 
Into joy converting pain ; 
And our creeping thoughts arise 
Winged for sunny ecstasies. 

Oh, what forms and tints have ye, 
Nature's living jewelry ; 
And though each of beauty rare, 
Yet how plentiful ye are ! 

Happy are the pure, whose heart 
Freely blooms in every part ; 
Godly acts are living gems, 
Fit for crowns and diadems. 



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XLIV. 

The dewy flowers, more beautiful 
For tears upon their open face, 

Gaze on us as from hearts brimful 
Of tender pity for our case. 

Pitying they look, and yet as sure 
That not without good hope we are ; 

Will we not patiently endure ? 
Help cannot now be distant far. 

Help is not far, ye tender flowers, 
Whose beauty must so soon be past ; 

For God hath gifted you with powers 
To help us while your blossoms last. 

Help while they last ? Oh, yes, and when 
Their colour fades, their leaflets dry, 

Remembering ye must bloom again, 
Help have we in that memory. 



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XLV. 

The lengthening light leads on the year 
From flushing spring towards autumn sere, 
And all the marvels have begun 
That wait upon the strengthening sun : 
And spring has of those plants the power 
Whose earliest blades enclose a flower. 

Now brighter hues and clearer light 
Are later lingering every night. 
Sing, heart ! with an adoring sense 
Of nature's new magnificence : 
Oh, look not on the glowing sky 
Without a childlike ecstasy. 

Spring so with strength her sweetness blends, 
Our heart its wintry covering rends : 
We have been, may we yet be, glad ? 
May former vantage still be had ? 
Have we this year another prime, 
To countervail our misused time ? 



64 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

Now earth seems by the heavens above 
Bewept with wonderment and love : 
Ok, heaven, thy prodigal embrace, 
Show him the old maternal face ; 
Thy love, unlost ! his fear relieves, 
At his own happiness he grieves. 

My God, in nature I confess 

A beauty fraught with holiness ; 

Love-written, plainly I descry 

My life's commandment in the sky : 

Oh, still to me the days endear 

When lengthening light leads on the year. 

In pity and benignity, . 
Saviour, oh, fully shine on me ; 
And as thy beams upon me glow, 
Their power within me I would show : 
May clustering actions on that vine, 
My heart, in grape-like beauty shine. 



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XLVI. 

Day is passing, night is nigh ; 

Hast thou, spirit, done thy best ? 
Quiet breadths of evening sky 

Tell thee there remains a rest. 

Hast thou been of flesh the thrall ? 

Now, awhile at sunset free, 
Oh, resolve, with morning' s call, 

To assert thy liberty. 

Dost thou breathe an anxious prayer 
Darkly, like a cloud of sighs ? 

Darkest clouds in glory share 
As they towards the zenith rise. 

Through the sky, a temple dim, 
God is shining from the west ; 

And like shadowing cherubim, 

North and south his throne invest. 

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66 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

Rising through the temple's height, 
Prayers shall brighten as they meet 

Streams of sweet and solemn light 
Flowing from that mercy-seat. 



XLVIL 



O holy ones, O watchers calm, 

While night anoints the earth with dew 
In silent love, can any harm 

Befal us as we gaze on you ? 

Gazing on you we honour Him 

Who sends to earth your welcome light, 
Across this dusky ocean dim 

Which circles round us every night. 

Do spirits from your distant shore, 
Ye homes of bright tranquillity, 

Sail sometimes, to see earth once more, 
Across this intervening sea ? 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. G7 

Stand by us, when at solemn night, 
As once they did, for peace we yearn ; 

Whisper the secret, " All is right," 
Then, blessing us, unseen return ? 

It must be so ; and liying ones, 

Unseen although they are so bright, 

Shedding their life around like suns, 
Fill now the darkness with delight. 

The starry air is full of bliss, — 

What evil can the soul befal ? 
The soul with friends surrounded is, 

And, lo ! it loves the Lord of all. 



XLVIIL 



Now have we met that we may ask 
Recruited vigour for the task 

Of living as we would : 
For we would live by that same word 
"Which all the honoured men have heard 

Who by their faith have stood. 



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By faitli first vanquishing their fear. 
They met each foe as he drew near. 

And still the victory won ; 
And often saved from deadly harm. 
They sang anew the ancient psalm, 

" God is our shield and sun." 

Through God alone can man be strong ; 
To comfort us He gave this song : 

" In Jesus Christ we stand ; 
Death held Him in his gloomy prison, 
He broke the chains, and has arisen, 

To rule the deathless land." 

His is the new and ancient word ; 
All wisdom man hath ever heard 

Hath been both his and He : 
He is the very life of truth, 
In Him it has eternal youth 

And certain victory. 

An inner light, an inner calm 

Have they who trust his champion arm, 

And hearing do his will : 
For things are not as they appear ; 
In death is life, in trouble cheer, 

So faitli is conqueror still. 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 69 

Thus would we live ; and therefore pray 
For strength renewed, that we may say, 

Our life, it upward tends : 
If we who sing must sometimes sigh, 
Yet life, beginning with a cry, 

In hallelujah ends. 



XLIX. 



Jesus, great friend of open speech 

Which wisdom prompts and wisdom leads, 

True courage give, discretion teach, 
To every one for Thee who pleads. 

Discreetly may we guard the truth 
From all dishonour to its fame ; 

And bold as with renewing youth, 
Indifferent be to foolish blame. 

Discreetly may we guard our life 

From faults that its professions mock ; 

But boldly stand in error's strife, 

And meet proud contradiction's shock. 



rO HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

And ever at instruction's hour 

Oh, may our spirit and our tongue 

Work for the Church by mutual power, 
As for the body heart and lung. 

Like bells, the loud alarm which sound, 
Yet send afar the cheerful news 

Of peace achieved and victors crowned, 
Oh, may we all our voices use. 

And oh, oft fill us with the rush 

Of heavenly winds ; for then shall burn 

Tongues calmly bright, and all shall hush 
And towards the quiet glory turn. 



L. 

As with sunny showers of song, 
Water now the new-sown grain ; 

Bright the blades must be and strong, 
Fullest ears we then may gain. 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 71 

Scatter with the breeze of song, 
From the newly opened flowers, 

Fragrance all our path along, 
Rich with salutary powers. 

Thus the blessings of thy word 

Fully, Lord, ensure to those 
Who have felt that, as they heard, 

Seeds were cast and blossoms rose. 

Truths, by prompting us to sing, 

Better thy designs effect : 
So, our grateful worshipping 

Thou, the Truth, wilt not reject. 



LI. 

See the tide as advancing it breaks on the shingle, 
Then shines for a moment and ripples away ; 

Many waves in succession their efforts must mingle 
Before the bright waters will cover the bay. 



72 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

See the effort of man as he onward advances, — 
The wave, it runs back or is broken in spray ; 

But the effort renews, and in spite of mischances 
To-morrow is still in advance of to-day. 

Then, my soul, let no check to the truth be dismaying, 
Nor fear that thy rest will to thee be denied ; 

For the Church and each Christian, heaven' s forces 
obeying, 
Shall float into harbour at height of the tide. 



LII. 

O Lord, Thou art not fickle ; 

Our hope is not in vain ; 
The harvest for the sickle 

"Will ripen yet again. 

But though enough be given 
For all the world to eat, 

Sin with thy love has striven 
Its bounty to defeat. 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 73 

"Were men to one another 

As kind as God to all, 
Then no man on his brother 

For help would vainly call. 

On none for idle wasting 

"Would honest labour frown ; 
And none, to riches hasting, 

Would tread his neighbour down. 

Oh, is there one in twenty 

With his own lot content, 
Though God has bread and plenty 

To all the nations sent ? 

Till heart to heart is plighted 

In faith on heaven above, 
Earth's harvests must be blighted 

For want of mutual love. 

No man enough possesses 

Until he has to spare ; 
Possession no man blesses 

While self is all his care. 



74 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

For blessings on our labour, 
Oh, then, in hope we pray, 

When love unto our neighbour 
Is ripening every day. 



LIII. 

Where is thy God, my soul? 

Is He within thy heart ; 
Or ruler of a distant realm 

In which thou hast no part ? 

Where is thy God, my soul ? 

Only in stars and sun ; 
Or have the holy words of truth 

His light in every one ? 

Where is thy God, my soul ? 

Confined to Scripture's page; 
Or does his Spirit check and guide 

The spirit of each age ? 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 75 

O Ruler of the sky, 

Rule Thou within my heart ; 
Oh, great Adorner of the world, 

Thy light of life impart. 

Giver of holy words, 

Bestow thy holy power ; 
And aid me, whether work or thought 

Engage the varying hour. 

In Thee have I my help, 

As all my fathers had ; 
Til trust Thee when Fm sorrowful, 

And serve Thee when Pm glad. 



LIV. 

Fallen from ancestral glory, 
Shall we live unworthy days ; 

Dull to the inspiring story 

Of great Love's heroic praise ? 



76 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

Citizens of no mean city, 

If we bubbles idly chase. 
Scorn will dry the founts of pity, 

All men brand us with disgrace. 

Christians ! think what ye inherit, 

Read the archives of our State ; 
Jesus Christ is king by merit, 

Oh, be worthy and be great ; 
Foam-like, man with vain pretensions 

Dashing upwards sinks and dies : 
Tree-like, saints to full dimensions 

Solidly and slowly rise. 

We, of fathers learned, witty, 

And their lesser fame, are proud ; 
See the martyr, mystic city, 

Ages vest it like a cloud ; 
Cloudy Time with hues of glory 

Canopies its ancient fame ; 
Shall the lustre of its story 

But the darker make our shame ? 

Let us each some honoured father 
Emulate in new career ; 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 77 

Say not, " Who am I ?" but rather, 
" Whose am I, that I should fear ? 

I am Christ's ; and I will cherish 
Every dear ancestral name : 

I am Christ's ; I cannot perish, 
Partner of his power and fame." 

Add a line unto the story, 

Add a name unto the roll, 
Add a beam unto the glory, 

Add a part unto the whole : 
Men, of ragstone and of rubble 

Palaces and churches build ; 
Shall, of men, a Saviour's trouble 

Fail to rear what He hath willed ? 

Let us each be humble, fervent, 

Bloom to heaven, but root in earth, 
Show the royal eyes observant 

Homely, tender-hearted worth : 
When the mingled crowd is sifted, 

Christ the tiniest grain will save ; 
Locust-like let fears be drifted 

Down into oblivion's wave. 



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LV. 

My faith, it is an oaken staff, 

The traveller's well-loved aid; 
My faith, it is a weapon stout, 

The soldier's trusty blade : 
Fll travel on, and still be stirred 
By silent thought or social word, 
By all my perils undeterred, 
A soldier-pilgrim staid. 

I have a Captain, and the heart 

Of every private man 
Has drunk in valour from his eyes 

Since first the war began : 
He is most merciful in fight, 
And of his scars a single sight 
The embers of our failing might 

Into a flame can fan. 

I have a Guide, and in his steps 
When travellers have trod, 

Whether beneath was flinty rock 
Or yielding grassy sod, 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 79 

They cared not, but with force unspent, 
Unmoved by pain, they onward went, 
Unstayed by pleasures, still they bent 
Their zealous course to God. 

My faith, it is an oaken staff, 

Oh, let me on it lean ; 
My faith, it is a trusty sword, 

May falsehood find it keen ! 
Thy Spirit, Lord, to me impart, 
Oh, make me what Thou ever art, — 
Of patient and courageous heart, 

As all true saints have been. 



LVL 

Gracious Spirit, dwell with me, — 
I myself would gracious be, 
And with words that help and heal 
Would thy life in mine reveal ; 
And with actions bold and meek 
Would for Christ my Saviour speak. 



80 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

Truthful Spirit, dwell with me, — 
I myself would truthful be ; 
And with wisdom kind and clear 
Let thy life in mine appear ; 
And with actions brotherly 
Speak my Lord's sincerity. 



Tender Spirit, dwell with me, — 
I myself would tender be ; 
Shut my heart up like a flower, 
At temptation's darksome hour; 
Open it when shines the sun, 
And his love by fragrance own. 



Silent Spirit, dwell with me, — 

I myself would quiet be, 

Quiet as the growing blade 

Which through earth its way has made ; 

Silently, like morning light, 

Putting mists and chills to flight. 



Mighty Spirit, dwell with me,- 
I myself would mighty be, 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 81 

Mighty so as to prevail 
Where unaided man must fail ; 
Ever by a mighty hope 
Pressing on and bearing np. 

Holy Spirit, dwell with me, — 

I myself would holy be ; 

Separate from sin, I would 

Choose and cherish all things good ; 

And whatever I can be 

Give to Him who gave me Thee. 



LVIL 

O morning so bright, 

So sunny, so sweet, 
Thou comest from God 

Our spirits to greet ; 
The weary heart rises, 

It cannot lie still ; 
Strange vigour surprises 

The care-fettered will. 

G 



82 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

How can we despair, 

Or brood on our wrong ? 
How can we be weak, 

When all things are strong? 
The morning has smiled, 

And our hopes in the sun, 
Like the feet of a child, 

Cannot move but they run. 



With sorrow our ears 

Have oft been dismayed, 
To sorrow our tears 

Some tribute have paid; 
But tears from the sky 

Have been all wiped away ; 
This latest is bright 

As the earliest day. 



Dark things that we know 
Now shall not distress ; 

All grievance and woe 
Our God will redress : 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 83 

Bright things least expected 

We feel may be true, 
Now joys have returned 

That we formerly knew. 



Oh, be Thou our sun, 

Thou source of his flame, 
Then joyful we run 

"Who were tired and lame : 
If love, in thy word, 

Like the morning arise, 
Complaints are unheard, 

Incredulity dies. 

No heart that desponds 

Desponding need stay ; 
Thou breakest our bonds 

At break of the day : 
Our liberty won, 

And our heart full of praise, 
This day of the sun 

Has the light of seven days. 



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LVIII. 

Lord, on thy returning day, 
From common labour freed, 

We are come to sing and pray 
With felt returning need ; 

Come to seek our former rest, 

Come to urge our old request. 

Show us, Lord, the goal of life, 
And give us heart to run ; 

Breathe the peace that follows strife, 
Lest future work we shun : 

Hearts that hasty time has grieved 

Are by Sabbath calm relieved. 

We would sing as in the rays 

Of mercy ever bright, 
Which endureth, to thy praise, 

For ever thy delight : 
Sing for happiness we know, 
Or that we may happy grow. 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 85 

We would pray as those who stand 

Their truest friend beside, 
Whom He taketh by the hand 

Unto their God to guide : 
By his power and for his sake 
Fully us thy children make. 



LIX. 

Lord, I on every day 

With grateful heart would say, 

" Thy truths are sure and beautiful ; 

How can my life grow dull V* 

And when I eat and drink, 
I joyfully would think, 
That all Thou hast created good 
May be a wise man's food. 

And as I work and trade, 

Pay others and am paid, 

"Knowledge," I'll say, "we must not cease 

To exchange, and so increase." 



86 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

And when I hear the crowd 

In busy traffic loud, 

I'll cry, " How sweet would be the sound, 

Were all but brothers found \" 



And when my friends at night 
Count my return delight, 
I'll think how pleased my God will be 
His child in heaven to see. 



LX. 

King of darkness, king of light, 
Evil can but rule the night 
As usurper, not by right, — 

Thine the true control. 



In the busy crowded day 

Thee we trust, to Thee we pray ; 

Else an entering shadow may 

Chill and blind our soul. 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 87 

When the evening comes, we muse, 
Till a brightening love bedews 
So our hearts, they can but choose 
Now to offer praise : 



For with sleep thou canst not bless 
Those whose wayward restlessness, 
Through anxiety's excess, 

Troubles nights and days. 

Now the slender starbeams are 
Messengers from countries far, 
Which on missions regular 

Come to give us hope, 

That our fretting cares shall cease, 
That the war shall end in peace, 
And from limits blest release 
Yield desired scope. 



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LXI. 

I walked on sands beside the sea, 
And heard its ever-pulsing heart ; 

And mine was moved with sympathy, 
Desiring of such strength a part : 

Thou restest not, nor needest rest, 

sea ; while I who love thee yet 
Remain so weak, and at the best 

Am but a wish and a regret. 

The moon with glory filled the air, 

With holy lustre very calm, 
And all my thoughts in silence were 

Of fleeting good and frequent harm : 
Yet happy with a heart so tired 

Beside the moony waves to stand ; 
I saw the good that I desired, 

Clear as my shadow on the sand. 

I did not long to go to rest, 

1 longed for rest to come to me, 
And said, " Lord, oh, that I were blest 

With strength and with serenity ; 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 89 

A heart as subject to thy will, 
And lighted with as calm a light, 

As waves which now the harbour fill, 
And lift their crests so purely bright." 



LXII. 

Lord of that undistracted realm 

Which cloudless night reveals, 
Of every world Thou hast the helm, — 

What though the vessel reels ? 
If life is a tempestuous sea, 

AVhich winds imperious sway ; 
Though winds are mightier than we, 

Thou mightier art than they. 

Like earth, oh, does each quiet star 

A stormy passage urge, 
And are we but away too far 

To hear the beating surge ? 
Thus through a distant valley's length 

Slow seems to glide the train, 
And scarce is heard the throbbing strength 

Of the swift engine's strain. 



90 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

One ruler is there of the seas, 

One pilot at the helm ; 
Our hearts are rising with the breeze, 

Fear cannot overwhelm : 
O Jesus, Thou the ruler art, 

The captain kind and brave ; 
Sailing with Thee, our steadfast heart 

Defies the unsteady wave. 



LXIII. 



As we by successive stages 

Upward climb towards the sky, 

Still a widening view engages 
An untired and wondering eye. 

Though the mountain slopes are gusty, 
Torrents roar and chasms yawn, 

Guide and staff alike are trusty, 
New fatigues are better borne. 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 91 

Look ! above us some are mounting, 

And below us some press on ; 
But we must not stop for counting 

Who has on this journey gone. 



Mountain chains are but the bridges 
That a border district span, 

Breathless from the topmost ridges 
Our new country we shall scan ; 

See its plains in plenty sweeping, 
See its bright and bowery homes ; 

There no hunger is, no weeping, 
There no grief, no spoiler, comes. 

Ever in such mountain ranges 
Rugged difficulties stand ; 

He who crosses them exchanges 
Earth for the fair heavenly land. 



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LXIV. 

Oh, rest awhile, but only for a while ; 

Life's business presses, and the time is short : 
Ease may the weary of reward beguile ; 

Let not the workman lose what he has wrought. 

Rest for a while, if only for a while ; 

The strong birds tire, and gladly seek their nest : 
With quiet heart enjoy heaven's quiet smile; 

What strength has he who never takes his rest ? 

Rest for a while, though 'tis but for a while ; 

Home flies the bee, then soon re- quits the hive : 
Rest on thy staff, walk then another mile ; 

Soon will the long, the final rest arrive. 

Oh, rest awhile, for rest is self-return ; 

Leave the loud world, and visit thine own breast ; 
The meaning of thy labours thou wilt learn, 

When thus at peace, with Jesus for thy guest. 



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LXV. 

From each dark branchlet of the trees 

When starry buds begin to shine, 
Their swelling light the watcher sees 

Soon break into a flowery sign 
Of life no winters can subdue, 

And love that never can grow less ; 
Which ancient plenty brings anew, 

With a forerunning loveliness. 

The ever-unforsaken earth 

Is re-espoused in vernal hour, 
And mid serenity and mirth 

Receives of wealth a starry dower : 
Heaven plights his love to her anew, 

And clothes her in a wedding dress, 
And will through changing months be true 

To this forerunning loveliness. 

O heart, art thou again in flower, 
And does an inward force impel, 

Itself impelled by heavenly power, 

Thy thought in happy hopes to swell ? 



94 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

Doth God again in covenant new 
Unite with thee thy life to bless ? 

Then let thy future work be true 
To such forerunning loveliness. 



LXVI. 



When the clouds so soft and tender 
Float upon the smiling blue, 

Lord, our heart, that old offender, 
Asks that it may serve anew. 



Winter now his sword is sheathing, 
And the warring winds are still, 

Thou upon our hearts art breathing, 
And they lose constraint and chill. 

All things happy seem and loving, 
All of tempers meek and sweet ; 

And the covered buds ungloving 
Seem with offered hand to greet. 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 95 

Shall our hearts be dull and cheerless ? 

Oh, forbid it mercy's powers; 
Lord, we lowly will, yet fearless, 

Look Thee iu the face like flowers. 

When of days like these returning 

We with gentle sorrow think, 
Days of holy hope and yearning, 

Lord, from facing Thee we shrink. 

Yet, though former flowers were blighted, 

Wilt Thou present ones reject? 
Let not offerings new be slighted \ 

Oh, forgive our past neglect. 



LXYIL 



How firmly they stand, 

Who, piercing the sand, 
Have reached and have built on the durable rock ! 

The wind and the wave, 

However they rave, 
Shall assault them in vain with impetuous shock. 



96 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

How sweet is the rest 

With which they are blest 
Who the violent brunt of the storm have withstood, 

When silent and clear 

The heavens reappear 
So eternally true and eternally good ! 

But he that hath willed 

His dwelling to build 
On the loose shifting sands of pretence and applause, 

He hath not a home ; 

For should the flood come, 
He must fall by the stroke of reality's laws. 

Oh, great is the fall, 

When downward sink all 
Temples, houses, and palaces built on the sand ; 

Though stately and gay, 

More mighty than they 
Is the tempest, which nothing but rock can with- 
stand. 

But if in life's course, 
With merciful force, 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 97 

Truth should come in a storm, and destroy thine 
abode \ 
Thyself thou mayst save 
From the threatening wave. 

If with earnest repentance thou criest to God. 

He gives thee anew 

To choose for the true ; 
Digging deep, found the house of obedient faith : 

But why should the wise 

Need terror's surprise 
To teach them what wisdom convincinglv saith ? 



LXVIIL 



O Thou, who by the meat and drink 
Which bounteous earth supplies 

Enablest the brain to think, 
And brightenest the eyes : 

"Who bulkiest up our fleshly frame, 
And dost that frame repair; 

Changing, yet keeping it the same, 
With most mysterious care : 
ii 



yo HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

How can the mute unconscious bread 

Become the speaking tongue; 
And nerves, through which our pleasures spread, 

And which by pain are wrung ? 

Can lifeless water help to form 

The living, leaping blood, 
"Whose gentle flow, in passion's storm 
. Becomes a ruffled flood ? 

How much I know, yet know not how 

The thing I know can be : 
The Lord of mysteries art Thou, — 

Lord, I believe in Thee. 

The powers of common blood and flesh 

My spirit foul and grieve : 
O Lord, create my spirit fresh, 

Then these new health receive. 

On Christ, the meat and drink divine, 

I feed my thoughts and heart ; 
At each repast some acts are mine, 

But thine the chiefest part. 



HYMNS FOR HEART AXD VOICE. 99 

Through Thee I stronger, better grow, 

Old life for new exchange ; 
Thy work divine by this I know, — 

It blends the plain and strange. 



LXIX. 



In the fellowship of song 

Let us worship happily ; 
Evil spirits dark and strong 

Ely before bright harmony. 

Into hearts sweet music sinks 

Like the rain-drops from the sky, 

Which, when withering nature shrinks, 
Fainting earth forbid to die. 



Singing, lo, some truth of love, 
With an instantaneous light 

Swift descending from above, 
Shines celestially bright ; 



100 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

Smites the fetters from our soul, 
Leaves the soul itself unscathed : 

Soon we hear the thunder roll, 
And in balmier air are bathed. 



Brightest truth's report we hear 

Echoing through the breadths of time ; 

And we hark with holy fear 

To the lingering sounds sublime. 

Song, like storm, can shake the heart, 
All its feelings change and clear, 

Bid the stagnant glooms depart 
That oppress life/s atmosphere. 



LXX. 

We come to the place of our rest, 
Each traveller comes with his friend; 

A brotherly heart is the best, 

If heavenward our footsteps we bend : 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 101 

How many the journey have gone ! 

How various the tales that they tell ! 
But all who go patiently on 

Shall find at the end it is well. 



We come to the temple of peace, 

As comrades we come from the war ; 
Our limbs from their armour release, 

To-morrow the sword we must draw. 
We'll hear how the weak have prevailed, 

And think of the deeds they have done ; 
And then, when we next are assailed, 

Success may be easily won. 

We come for the hour of repose, 

As labourers we come from our toil ; 
We'll think of the prosperous close, 

Nor rest let anxiety spoil : 
We'll sit on the side of the hill, 

And look on the fields we have sown; 
The ears are beginning to fill, 

The harvest will soon bo oar own. 



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LXXI. 

Our heart is like a little pool, 

Left by the ebbing sea, 
Of crystal waters still and cool, 

When we rest musingly. 

And see, what verdure exquisite 

Within it hidden grows ! 
We never should have had the sight 

But for this brief repose. 

And such a sight shall not be vain ; 

These beauties they require 
That we, though waves return again, 

Return when waves retire. 

I'll oft return as to a book 
Written with heavenly art ; 

Intent beneath the surface look, 
And read in thee, my heart. 



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LXXII. 

See multitudes surrounding 

Life's fount admire its beauty ; 
But wisdom's word, how often heard 

YYhen few have thought of duty : 
It yields supplies abounding, 

And blest is the receiver ; 
Then shall we choose to praise the hues, 

Forgetting thirst and fever ? 

Once multitudes were gazing 

Upon one living centre, 
The Son of Man, as He began 

On love's discourse to enter; 
All the sweet words were praising, — 

Some wept as they were chidden ; 
But only few that Saviour knew, 

AY ho from the most was hidden. 

Ilise, fount of life, for ever ; 

Oh, Saviour, still be speaking; 
For some reproved, by love are moved, 

And life's supply are seeking. 



104 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

Truth's brilliance fading never 
Wins many an eye admiring ; 

And some around will still be found 
To quaff the draught inspiring. 



LXXIIL 



Slow is the fall to winter dark, 
As from the summer's height 

The chillier days our progress mark 
And the still-lengthening night. 



Slow are the steps by which we gain 

Our vernal liberty, 
And long we drag the frosty chain 

That bound us heavily. 

A happy progress, sure though slow, 
To bright and lengthening days, 

Dost thou, O rescued spirit, know, 
And hast thou rendered praise ? 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 105 

Beware ! another winter-tide 

May coldly shut thee in, 
Through forces thou hast not defied 

Of slowly strengthening sin. 

Thy summer, let it never fall 

Towards winter dark again ; 
Thy heart's sweet fields are covered all 

With heaven's swelling grain. 

And golden light they every day 

Must drink in from the sun ; 
Then God will fetch his sheaves away 

AVhen summer's course has run. 



LXXIV, 



Wisdom coming from above 
Tills for us the cup of love ; 
Drinking, let us upwards move 

Towards the seats of power. 



106 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

Father, thine the royal throne; 
All that hath thy power shown 
Thou in love's design hast done, 

Done in wisdom's hour. 

Let us through our Saviour wise, 
By his loving spirit rise 
To our Father in the skies \ 

He is good and great. 

Oh, were this but understood, — 
To be great we must be good ; 
Learning then of Christ, we should 
Humbly serve and wait. 



LXXV. 



Heart of Christ, O cup most golden, 
Brimming with salvation's wine, 

Million souls have been beholden 
Unto thee for life divine ; 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 107 

Thou art full of blood the purest, 
Love the tenderest and surest : 
Blood is life, and life is love ; 
Oh, what wine is there like love ? 

Heart of Christ, O cup most golden, 

Out of thee the martyrs drank, 
Who for truth in cities olden 

Spake, nor from the torture shrank ; 
Saved they were from traitor's meanness, 
Filled with joys of holy keenness : 
Strong are those that drink of love ; 
Oh, what wine is there like love ? 

Heart of Christ, O cup most golden, 

To remotest place and time 
Thou for labours wilt embolden 

Unpresuming but sublime : 
Hearts are firm, though nerves be shaken, 
When from thee new life is taken : 
Truth recruits itself by love ; 
Oh, what wine is there like love ? 

Heart of Christ, O cup most golden, 
Taking of thy cordial blest, 



108 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

Soon the sorrowful are folden 

Iu a gentle healthful rest : 
Thou anxieties art easing, 
Pains implacable appeasing : 
Grief is comforted by love ; 
Oh, what wine is there like love ? 

Heart of Christ, O cup most golden, 

Liberty from thee we win ; 
We who drink, no more are holden 

By the shameful cords of sin ; 
Pledge of mercy's sure forgiving, 
Powers for a holy living, — 
These, thou cup of love, are thine; 
Love, thou art the mightiest wine. 



LXXVL 



: Father, what portion of thy goods 

Falleth to me thy son ? 
Why are my brothers better off, 
With much where I have none?" 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 109 

: My son, and hast thou known my love, 

And dost thou love me now ? 
Then many a far richer man 
Far poorer is than thou. 

Thou hast thy Bible and thy bread ; 

And waiting thou wilt see 
The secret meaning of thy life, 

And all my care for thee. 

Was not earth's most auspicious hour 

One darksome, sad, and wild ? 
When Crucifixion was the birth, 

Redemption was the child. 

And by thine Elder Brother now 

I am redeeming thee ; 
He gives thee, that thou mayst be rich, 

To feel thy poverty. 

He gives thee, that thou mayst be kind, 

To grieve at cold neglect ; 
He gives thee, that thou mayst be wise, 

To feel thine own defect. 



110 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

He gives thee, that celestial joy 
Thy common hours may bless, 

To feel in all the shows of earth 
Essential nothingness. 

One loving Brother, then, thou hast, 
Who makes his wealth thine own : 

He goodness is ; and what are goods 
If God remain unknown ?" 



LXXVIL 



O God, our spirits unassisted 

Must unsuccessful be ; 
Who ever hath the world resisted 

Except by help from Thee ? 
But saved by a divine alliance 

From terrors of defeat, 
Unvauntingly, yet with defiance, 

One man the world may meet. 

Disciples see their Master bleeding 
Upon the dreadful cross ; 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. ]11 

Hopeless of better days succeeding, 

They mourn the battle's loss : 
But at this hour of their bewailing, 

While sin on sorrow rails, 
'Tis man who triumphs that is failing, 

'Tis Christ who dies prevails. 



Though evil hearts together leaguing 

May do the righteous wrong ; 
And cruel craft with force intriguing 

Feel confidently strong ; 
We know, if but the Saviour's story 

With heart of faith we read, 
That God through sufferings unto glorv 

Salvation's sons will lead. 



Say not, O soul, thou art defeated, 

Because thou art distrcst ; 
If thou of better things art cheated, 

Thou canst not be of best : 
Thy heaviest sighs with swift ascending 

Plead, and thy God attends; 
And soon, the clouded heavens rending, 

OS 

In comfort's beam descends. 



112 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

My soul is for a crown aspiring, 

The crown of righteousness ; 
My soul is for the truth inquiring, — 

For God, and nothing less : 
Sin, sorrow, and the dark conspiring, 

Assault me, and I bleed ; 
Tired am I, but through love untiring 

I know I shall succeed. 



LXXVIII. 



Spirit of sacred happiness, 
Who makest energy delight, 
And love to be in weakness might ; 
Now with enlivening impulse bless, 
Now re- confirm our steadfastness, 
And make us vigorous and bright. 

Blessed be Thou, O Heart supreme, 
Sweet charity 's unfailing well, 
Whose bounty all the countries tell ; 
Drinking of Thee, with sunny gleam 
Forth-leaping into action's stream, 

Our heart's replenished fountains swell. 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 113 

Roth work and sport Thou hallowest, 
Canst blissful make the busiest days ; 
And woes that else benumb and craze 
By Thee to finer joys are blest, 
And hearts, of deeper power possest, 
With grateful tears thy wisdom praise. 



Spirit of bliss and sanctity, 

Who art invincible in good, 

Who hate and mockery hast withstood 
In every age ; how coward we, 
How selfish, restless, till by Thee 

Inspired to do the thing we would ! 



By unremorseful joys, oh, woo 
Our hearts to holy effort still : 
Now with young life volition fill ; 
For child-like, we are god-like too, — 
Likest our Father when we do 

With filial love and haste his will. 



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LXXIX. 

My work appointed I have done, 
I who the work in doubt begun ; 
In mercy, Lord, accept from me 
All that appointed was by Thee. 



Never would I commence a task 
But I thy will would know or ask ; 
But often I present to Thee 
A good work done too wilfully. 



The wise must heavenly service do 
In heavenly mode and measure too ; 
Else their appointed tasks may be 
Done rather to themselves than Thee. 



How oft we persevere in pride 
With work that should be laid aside ! 
How oft thy choicer works postpone 
For others that are more our own I 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 11. 

Leave me not, Lord, and I will be 
A better servant unto Thee ; 
And what I have in zeal begun 
Shall with discretion too be done. 

And what I do with my delight, 
And what I do with all my might, 
Nor joy nor ardour shall pervert, 
To cause my weakness and my hurt. 

My words are of my heart : oh, hear, 
And give me a love-tempered fear ; 
Then work and working both shall be 
Appointed and approved by Thee. 



LXXX. 



Since penalties so fearful 
Thou dost to sin award, 

How can our heart be cheerful, 
How can we love Thee, Lord ? 



116 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

Because Thou still art gracious, 
Lord, even in thine ire, — 

Round blissful heaven spacious 
It is protective fire. 

Fear makes our souls the fitter 

To prize thy love and Thee ; 
For if the curse be bitter, 

Sweet must the blessing be : 
Oh, sweet to hear Thee saying, 

" Peace, heart, be ever still ;" 
Oh, sweet the full obeying 

Of thine eternal will. 

To Thee our heart is crying 

Amid deceiving sin, 
And worldly fears defying 

The faith that rules within : 
We from estranging error 

Our love to Thee would guard ; 
To us the chiefest terror 

Is lest we leave Thee, Lord. 

Be fear to us a measure 
For valuing our hope ; 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 117 

And teach how great our treasure, 
How great salvation's scope; 

How great the love unsparing 
Of Him who for us died ; 

How great the mercy caring 
New succours to provide. 

Oh, may we know Thee zealous 

To save us from our pain ; 
But ever wisely jealous 

Lest sin advantage gain : 
In smiting what Thou hatest, 

Such love is in thy wrath, 
That all which Thou createst 

The surer glory hath. 



LXXXI. 



See, bannered armies hem 
The favoured city round ; 

Vain are thy towers, Jerusalem ; 
False art thou found : 



118 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

With Mils divinely girt 

And massive walls of stone, 

Impregnable to others' hurt, 
Lost by thine own. 

Thy Temple, like a gem, 

Adorns thee, faithless bride ; 
Thy God, O fair Jerusalem, 

Hath left thy side : 
Ah, happy once and blest, 

A golden-feathered dove, 
When, like the jewel on thy breast, 

Shone forth thy love. 

A fruitless, fallen stem, 

Low on the miry earth 
Lies beautiful Jerusalem, 

Spoiled of her worth ; 
Fire through her branches runs, — 

Consume her ! she hath sinned ; 
Like ashes now her scattered sons 

Fly on the wind. 

My soul, lament for them ; 
Learn from this fatal fall ; 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 119 

For of a new Jerusalem 

Sons are we all ; 
Round us are mightier towers, 

A brighter heaven above : 
Oh, be the Lord's, as He is ours, 

In faithful love. 



LXXXII. 



Breathe on us for the passing day 

The powers of ancient story ; 
Then we with joyful heart shall say, 

" Though TVisdom' s head be hoary, 
His heart is fresh, undimmed his eyes ; 
And in the old we must be wise, 

If we would win new glory." 

New is the world at every 7 hour, 

New runners find new races ; 
New is the spirit's prompting power, 

New hearts obtain new graces : 
But old and new arc faith and love, 
And the great thought, all thoughts above, 

First things and last embraces. 



120 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

How came it, men of faith, to pass 
That ye were mighty -handed ? 

How brake ye down the gates of brass 
When few of ye were banded ? 

It was that through your open soul 

God like a tide did onward roll, 
And left no vessel stranded. 

How was it, lovers of your kind, 
Though ye were mocked and hated, 

That ye with clear and patient mind 
Truth's holy doctrine stated? 

In God, as in an ark, ye kept ; 

Around, and not above you, swept 
The flood till it abated. 

O Father of all mighty men, 

A river-fount unsealing 
In our dry hearts, oh, let us then 

See Christ in full revealing ; 
Touched by the sceptre of his cross, 
With knightly scorn of shame and loss 

We shall arise from kneeling. 

The rivers never backward run 
That for the sea are yearning, 



HYMNS FOR IIEART AND VOICE. 121 

And never is the mid-day sun 

Found on his course returning : 
By gathering force, and onward stress, 
And strengthening beams, all doubt repress, 

My soul, thyself concerning. 



LXXXIIL 



Weak we are, although sincere; 

But in our sincerity 
Pleading weakness, we are here 

To obtain a hope from Thee, 
That we never 

Shall our own confusion see. 

Often ready is our heart, 
Longing for an early rest, 

From its labours to depart 
While of little yet possest : 

Oh, may patience 
Faith confirm, and love attest, 

Pleasures sweet and praises bright,- 
These the spirit may betray : 



122 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

Oh, how suddenly we might 
Fail on some unguarded day, 

And by yielding 
Cast the hope of years away ! 

Happy for us is the hour 
When from sinning we recoil ; 

Happy when the inward power 
Quickens at the new of toil : 

But the happiest 
Sad surprises may despoil. 

For desires that secretly 

Gain dominion in the breast, 

When comes opportunity 

From the will its mastery wrest \ 
Proving evil, 

Known and mourned, is not supprest. 

Thou who wast in all behaviour 
Ever equal, free from sin, 

Be to us a daily Saviour; 
Over secret evil win 
Secret conquest : 
Reign without, because within. 



HYMNS rOll HEART AND VOICE. 123 



LXXXIV. 

Lord, how wonderful is man 

In frailty and in force ; 
Eagle-like he upward can 

Fly to the sacred source 
Of his light and of his love ; 

But ah, how quickly is he found, 
Stone-like, falling from above, 

Or fluttering on the ground ! 

Should our hearts, that in the sun 

On eagles' wings can move, 
AYlien the storms have but begun 

As weak as insects prove ? 
Hearts that have seemed firm as towers, — 

Oh, high in aim, in strength how brief !- 
Fly before the windy showers, 

Like an autumnal leaf ? 

Wings must often shrink and fail 

Until the heart be right ; 
Faith alone can face the gale 

With an unflagging might ; 



124 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

Stormy clouds it pierces through, 
For bold and patient are its wings ; 

Reaching heavens bright and blue, 
It still ascends and sings. 



Man is like a flame of fire, 

That to a spark may die, 
Yet recovering re- aspire 

In streams towards the sky. 
What though broken be his wing, 

In thee, O Lord, his help is found ; 
From new hearts new pinions spring, 

And bear us from the ground. 



LXXXY 



How often on a morning bright, 
Lord, whom we cannot see, — 

Because Thou dwellest in the light,- 
We feci we arc with Thee ! 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 125 

The sky, it is so beautiful, 

It keenly brings to mind 
Our many wishes dutiful, 

Thy many bounties kind. 

And pleasure seeks to make us wise, 

Intenser for the pain 
With which these memories arise 

Of wishes that were vain : 

Of wishes that have hastened towards 

Thy work, yet would not stay j 
Like him who ran to seek the Lord, 

Yet sorrowing went away. 

To be invited we were glad, 

Yet glad to be excused ; 
Occasion's hour a welcome had, 

And yet it passed unused. 

But God in light has come again, 
And comforts though He grieves ; 

For happiness is born of pain 
To him who but believes. 



126 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

Through tangled thoughts Thy mercy dear 

Shines with a richer grace ; 
As skies are seen more sweetly clear 

Through boughs that interlace. 



LXXXVI. 



Shadows now are darker growings 
But the friendly planet bright 

Momently is overflowing 
With a fuller, clearer light : 

See how mildly 
Every star confronts the night. 



Say'st thou, " Times are darker growing" ? 

In the darkness gather might ; 
To the grateful traveller showing 

God hath set thee for a light : 
Mildly constant 

Shine, and help to rule the night. 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE, 127 

Oh, be steadier in thy duty ; 

Oh, be brighter in thy zeal ; 
Oh, be holier in thy beauty, 

When the earth most needs to feel 
What the Christian 

Can perform to bless and heal. 



LXXXVII. 



Spirit of beauty ! thy presence confessing, 
God can we see in a sparkle of ore ; 

Flowers and shells to our heart are expressing 
Love like its own, but transcendently more. 

Spirit of beauty ! each bough in its bending, 
Skies in their curve, and the sea in its swell, 

Streams as they wind, hills and plains in their 
blending, 
All, in our own, of God's happiness tell. 



128 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

Spirit of beauty ! thou soul of our Maker, 
Suddenly shown in a gleam or a tint ; 

Oh, be each heart of thy joy a partaker; 
Love, and its store, are alike without stint. 

Spirit of beauty ! thou teachest us sweetly ; 

Prophets and psalmists yield holy delight : 
Show us our Lord, and we then shall completely 

Know thee as gentle, omnipotent might. 

Spirit of beauty ! our offering we render, 
Thee in thy skyey dominion we praise \ 

Lark-like we rise to the shadowless splendour, 
Pouring out song as the sun pours his rays. 



LXXXVIII. 



As to a quiet valley 

The lowly-hearted come, 
And there recruit and rally 

While threatening winds are dumb : 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 129 

Care cried, their doubt abetting, 

" Why any more believe ? 
The world is harsh and fretting, 

For sin you vainly grieve." 

But now, at ease reclining, 

Intent they look above, 
And see the lucid shining 

Of pure primeval love ; 
The strength of one day's quiet, 

And one day's full repast 
On truth's celestial diet, 

For all the week will last. 

With new and tender grieving 

Their doubts they so lament, 
That soon all unbelieving 

Is lost in sweet content : 
Through griefs a joy is shining, 

As light shines through a tear; 
Like dews with life combining, 

They shine and disappear. 

The cry is now for vigour 
Onwards in faith to press, 

K 



130 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

Warm-hearted, through the rigour 
Of the cold wilderness : 

O Lord, we are not hardened, 
Thy life refills our heart ; 

Oh, let the doubt be pardoned, 
That Thou the pardoner art. 

O Saviour, thy perfection 

For ours in heaven pleads ; 
Thoughts of thy resurrection, 

They are as fiery steeds, 
"Which now our hearts are raising, 

Like chariots bright with love ; 
Our voice thy bounty praising, 

As we are borne above. 



We who in valleys quiet, 

So holy, hushed, and warm, 
While un confused by riot, 

UnbufFeted by storm, 
Are towards the land ascending 

Whence was our Saviour's birth, 
To-morrow T must be wending 

The way He trod on earth. 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 131 



LXXXIX. 

Be thy word with power fraught, 
Many hearts in many ways 

Blessing with new love and thought 
To religion's added praise. 

Be it for the rash restraint, 
Ardour for the dull and cold ; 

Be it comfort for the faint, 
Be it counsel for the bold. 



Be it for the tempest-worn 
Haven for a quiet stay; 

May it, like the wakening horn, 
Summon cheerful souls away. 

May some hearts erect arise, 
And be blossoms in the light ; 

Some, like stars in clearing skies, 
Trembling be, yet very bright. 



132 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

As in whisper or in shout, 

Calming, rousing, Lord, be heard ; 

Such thy voice, that even doubt 

Cries, " ; Tis He," and a; Tis his word." 



XC. 

Oft when of God we ask 

For fuller, happier life, 
He sets us some new task 

Involving care and strife : 
Is this the boon for which we straght ? 
Has prayer new trouble on us brought ? 

This is indeed the boon, 

Though strange to us it seems ; 

We pierce the rock, and soon 
The blessing on us streams -, 

For when we are the most athirst, 

Then the clear waters on us burst. 



HYMXS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 133 

We toil as in a field, 

Wherein, to us unknown, 
A treasure lies concealed, 

Which may be all our own ; 
And shall we of the toil complain 
That speedily will bring such gain ? 

We dig the wells of life, 

And God the waters gives ; 
We win our way by strife, 

Then He within us lives ; 
And only war could make us meet 
For peace so sacred and so sweet. 



XC1. 

Like one who blind sits rushes weaving, 
And listens to a constant stream, 

Feels the warm sun, but still is grieving 
Because he sees no sunny gleam ; 



134 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

So darkly I my life was spending, 

And all my work seemed mean and frail ; 

Time's sound with love's sweet warmth was 
blending, 
But, ah, I wore a heavy veil. 

Lo, now I see ; but when Fm musing, 

With God I seem, and yet apart ; 
And like a tear the eye suffusing, 

So swells a sorrow in my heart : 
A pain is mingling with my pleasure, 

My joy is neither full nor pure, 
My light has clouds in over-measure, 

My glimpse of God will not endure. 

And when the light renews its shining, 

And strengthens me to wait awhile, 
Still do I thirst, though not repining, — 

I crave a word, a look, a smile. 
Yet, heart ! from hope be parted never ; 

Behold, thou seest, who blind hast been 
Thy thirst shall be appeased for ever, — 

Soon shalt thou see as thou art seen. 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 135 



XCII. 

Mountains by the darkness hidden 
Are as real as in the day ; 

Be, then, unbelief forbidden 
In a dreary hour to say, 

" God hath left us, God hath left us ; 
Oh, why hath He gone away V* 



When He folds the cloud about Him, 
Firm within it stands his throne; 

Wherefore should his children doubt Him, 
Those to whom his love is known ? 

God is with us, God is with us ; 
We are never left alone. 



Travellers at night, by fleeing, 
Cannot run into the day : 

God can lead the blind and seeing \ 
On Him wait, and for Him stay : 

Be not fearful, be not fearful \ 
They who cannot sing can pray. 



136 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

Oh, the bright and vast creation 

Can be terrible and stern, 
From its stroke be no salvation, 

Though on every side we turn : 
Lord of nature, Lord of nature, 

Then to Thee our spirits yearn. 

Calm and blest is our composure 
When the secret is possest, 

That our God in full disclosure 
Hath to us his heart exprest ; 

Thou, O Saviour, thou, O Saviour, 
Hast been given to give us rest. 

Space and time, O Lord, that show Thee 

Oft in power veiling good, 
Are too vast for us to know Thee 

As our trembling spirits would ; 
But in Jesus, yes, in Jesus, 

Father, Thou art understood. 



HYMNS FOR HEART AXD VOICE. 137 



XCIII. 

In silence mighty tilings are wrought,- 
Silently builded, thought on thought, 

Truths temple greets the sky ; 
And like a citadel with towers, 
The soul with her subservient powers 

Is strengthened silently. 



Soundless as chariots on the snow 
The saplings of the forest grow 

To trees of mighty girth ; 
Each nightly star in silence burns, 
And every day in silence turns 

The axle of the earth. 



The silent frost with mighty hand 
Fetters the rivers and the land 

With universal chain ; 
And smitten by the silent sun, 
The chain is loosed, the rivers run, 

The lands are free again. 



138 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

O Source unseen of life and light, 
Thy secrecy of silent might 

If we in bondage know, 
Our hearts, like seeds beneath the ground, 
By silent force of life unbound, 

Move upwards from below. 



And if our hearts well-rooted be, 
Their love, like sap within the tree, 

With silent quickening moves ; 
Enlarged and liberated powers, 
More light and balmier warmth are ours, 

And God his presence proves. 

O Saviour, who, that silence keeps, 
But sometimes at the story weeps 

Of all that he has known ? 
That we are what we are, how strange ! 
How gradual the silent change 

By which our souls have grown ! 



HYMNS FOR HEAHT AND VOICE. 139 



XCIV. 

All faded is the glowing light 
That once from heaven shone. 

When startled shepherds in the night 
The angels came upon. 



Oh, shine again, ye angel host, 

And say that He is near ; 
Though but a simple few at most 

Believe He will appear. 

Ye heavens, that have been growing dark, 

Now also are ye dumb ; 
When shall the listeners say, " Hark ! 

They're singing, — He will come" ? 

Lord, come again, oh, come again, 

Come even as Thou wilt ; 
But not anew to suffer pain, 

And strive with human guilt. 



140 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

Oh, come again, thou mighty King, 
Let earth thy glory see ; 

And let us hear the angels sing, 
" He comes with victory." 



xcv. 

Behold, how mighty truth, 
From a first glimmer pale, 

With gradual ray extends its sway, 
Through heaven to prevail : 

Sing ye praises, oh, sing praises ; 
For truth can never fail. 



Behold, how mighty love, 
That from a firstling flower, 

By gradual heats, reveals its sweets, 
Gains universal power : 

Sing ye praises, oh, sing praises ; 
This is love's prospering hour. 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 141 

The God of truth and love, 

The ancient friend of man, 
Makes every age an onward stage, 

And has since time began : 
Sing ye praises, oh, sing praises ; 

God has a glorious plan. 

Though wisdom, like a cloud, 

Is undefined when bright, 
We will not stay, but haste away, 

And keep the cloud in sight : 
Sing ye praises, oh, sing praises ; 

'Tis never wholly night. 



Lo, from the cloud a shape 

Looks forth our souls to greet, - 

The Lord of grace, I see his face, 
And run with bounding feet : 

Sing ye praises, oh, sing praises ; 
Sing grateful praises sweet. 



If once from out the light 
His smile on us has shone, 



1-4:2 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

Again the cloud his face may shroud 

Yet boldly we'll go on : 
Sing ye praises, oh, sing praises ; 

The dusk will soon be gone. 

Christ is our guide, our guard, 
On us no foes can prey; 

Xor can we roam, for to our home 
He leads us night and day : 

Sing ye praises, oh, sing praises, 
While on your homeward way. 



XCYI. 

Oh, were I eyer what I am sometimes, 

And never more what I sometimes have been ; 

For oft my spirit, singing as it climbs, 

Can make of winter bleak a summer green : 

And yet sometimes, and in the sunniest weather, 

My work and I have fallen out together. 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 143 

Now, earth seems drossy, heaven the land of gold, 
Anon, heaven fabulous, substantial earth ; 

And sometimes in my God I can be bold, 

And say, " What hopes are mine in right of 
birth I" 

And yet sometimes at former faith I wonder, 

And fears I once defied I now sink under. 

Lord, rid me of this natural waywardness, 
Unworthy one who is a child of thine ; 

Calm let me be when rudest winds distress, 
Nor lose occasion if the day be fine ; 

But, faithful to the light of sacred reason, 

One heart be mine in every changing season. 



xevii. 



The soul's sweet summer is not here, 
But only breaths and flowers ; 

Its open glory will appear, 
But secret now its powers. 



144 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

Life here, it is spring's fickle time, 
Alternate blight and balm ; 

But heaven will be our summer's prime, 
One bright unending calm. 

Oh, glad vre are, yet scarce begun 

Our day of happiness ; 
The light of an unrisen sun 

Is all that "we possess. 

The joy with which our souls are blest, 

How silent and how pure ! 
But joy is twilight at the best, 

Although of sunrise sure. 

Spirit of Christ, through Thee we oft 

The coming summer feel ; 
Thou canst, in hallowing glory soft, 

A budding world reveaL 

Our hearts with an increasing glow 

Of morning hope, oh, fill ; 
Christ's coming day we then shall know 

By joys devout and still. 



HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 1-15 



XCYIII. 

The chrysalis in crannies lies, 
Content awhile to be obscure ; 
But higher happiness is sure 

When forth on quivering wings he flies. 



He from his hovel dark shall come, 
Of wisdom's secret giving proof; 
And summer skies shall be the roof 

That spans his new palatial home. 

Formed in thine earthly tenement, 
O man of earth, when thou shalt die, 
A heavenly self shall upwards fly, 

If thou art wise : then be content. 



Believe in God, and soon shalt thou, 
Darkly maturing in thy prison, 
Follow the good, who, having risen, 

Enjoy resplendent freedom now. 



1-1:6 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 



XCIX. 

The sere leaf flickers down 

O'er gardens in decay • 
For leafy robe and flowery crown 

Must both be put away : 
The summer says farewell, 

With hushed and tender tone : 
Fear not, the buds again will swell, 

The blossoms be thine own. 

The incense in the smoke, 

While offerings burnt away, 
Of God's abiding favour spoke; 

So now in this decay : 
The thoughts of holy rest, 

While summers disappear, 
Diffuse around the fragrance blest 

Of God's eternal year. 

In what a tender light 
Do summers fade and die, 

As if their spirit took its flight 
In tranquil ecstasy ! 



HYMNS FOB HEART AND VOICE. 11/ 

1 will not mourn the signs 

Of death so sweetly calm ; 
Immortal hope, that round me shines. 

Brings every grief a balm. 

I'll blossom and bear fruit 

While glowing summers last : 
And still the murmuring:? confute 

That say, " Thy joys are past.'"* 
My joy is yet to come ; 

For through the sombre gates 
Of dark decay we reach the home 

Where life undying waits. 



C. 



Departing in peace. 

With gentle release 
Tlie dream- weary soul from its slumbers is freed 

And hearing heaven's lay-. 

It cries in amaze, 
" Ah, Lord, and now am I in heaven indeed'.' 



148 HYMNS FOR HEART AND VOICE. 

How can I believe 

I no more shall grieve,— 
For ever awake from my dream-burdened sleep ? 

Too full my delight, 

The morning too bright : 
Ah, Lord, Fm so happy, permit me to weep. 

"What light and what balm ! 

What thrill, yet what calm ! 
My heart feels at once like a bridegroom and bride ; 

Lo, coming on me 

Thy likeness I see : 
Ah, Lord, 'tis enough, — I am. now satisfied." 



f'(£ttt)0i. 

Book ! the birth of winter days, 
First fostered by tlie genial rays 

Of winter's household fire ; 
Growing* through summer-tide and spring, 
Now other leaves are withering 

Thou hast thy full attire. 

A sanctity is in thy page, 

That thou mayst cheer the pilgTimage 

That weary mortals know ; 
For dusky earth can take a light 
From verses pure, as doth the night 

From new-descended snow. 

Go forth, Book ! baptised with tears, 
Tremble no more with modest fears, — 

With love thou shalt be blest : 
If any greet thee with disdain, 
Surfer, but not parade, thy pain, 

And'meekly do thy best. 



150 i/envoi. 

Go, like a bark, nor fear the sea; 
Thy haven shall the approval be 

Of hearts with faith like thine ,* 
Thou on Time's waters shalt prevail ; 
If breath of heaven fills the sail, 

Heaven's smiles upon it shine. 

Sweet is the brier on summer morns 
When the fresh leaves, concealing thorns, 

Exhale life's tenderness : 
Happy the sorrowing- heart at times 
When truths that pierce, in pleasant rhymes 

Their virtues can express. 

The sweetnesses of love that dwell 
In truth, by language musical 

Alone can uttered be ; 
And thoughts have goodliest blossoming* 
When they grow nearest to the spring* 

Of sacred poesy. 

Book ! if any show thee slight, 

Thou knowest with pain and with delight 

Thou of the heart wast born ; 
Hast in thee life of shade and shower, 
Of sunny and of starry hour, 

Of evening and of dawn. 



i/envoi. 151 

If any call thee beautiful, 

Oh, haste and of the glories tell 

That in the temple wait ; 
For thou, if golden light divine 
Upon thee from love's altar shine, 

Art but a temple-g-ate. 

A little while, and he who sung, 
With silenced voice and harp unstrung 

In quiet earth shall lie ; 
Ah, will he then attain his home ? 
Will beautiful and blest ones come 

And guide him up the sky ? 

Mother, so simple yet so sage, 
A troubled youth thy patronage 

Enjoyed, and thine alone ; 
I know thou visitest thy son, — 
This poet-work that he hath done, 

Is it in part thine own ? 

Inspiring Saviour, unto Thee 
My work I give in fealty, — 

Thy life I have, and seek : 
Accept my sacrifice of song ; 
Weak am I, — but if therefore strong, 

Oh, keep me ever weak ! 



152 i/envoi. 

Book ! if the thanks of simple hearts 
Be thine, because thy song imparts 

To them the power to sing' ; 
Offer with theirs thy thanks to Him 
To whom the saintliest seraphim 

The lowliest homage bring. 



November 5, IS 55. 



IXDEX OF FIRST LINES. 



Above the dusky air . 

Ah, miserable man 

All faded is the glowing light 

Aloft in the quietest air 

Amid the hills retired 

As to a quiet valley . 

As we by successive stages . 

As with sunny showers of song 

Behold, how mighty truth . 
Be thy word with power fraught 
Breathe on us for the passing day 
Brothers, let us to the Lord 

Can a trustless thought intrude ? 

Christ in his word draws near 

Close not, ye heavens, that opened were 

Day is passing, night is nigh 
Departing in peace .... 
Dismiss me not thy service, Lord 

Fallen from ancestral glory 
Father, what portion of thy goods 
Flowers will not cease to speak . 



PAGE 

29 

20 

139 

9 

14 
128 

90 

70 

140 
131 
119 

27 

60 
22 
4.5 

65 

147 
3 

75 

108 
8 



154 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 



Folded close the shadows are 

From each dark branchlet of the trees 

Gracious Spirit, dwell with me . 

Heart of Christ, O cup most golden 

How calmly the evening once more is descend! 

How firmly they stand 

How often on a morning bright . 

I give myself to prayer 

I have looked above me 

In silence mighty things are wrought 

In the fellowship of song . 

In the time of our youth . 

Irresolute, I stand perplext 

Is life a groping and a guess ? 

I walked on sands beside the sea 

Jesus, great friend of open speech 

King of darkness, King of light . 

Let us with a windlike song 

Like one who blind sits rushes weaving 

Look up ; the rainy heavens withdraw 

Lord, all things every where 

Lord, break the deadly battle-bow 

Lord, how wonderful is man 

Lord, I on every day .... 

Lord of that undistracted realm . 

Lord, oft the heavens of day and night 

Lord, on thy returning day 

Lord, when in silent hours I muse 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 



155 



Lord, why dost Thou thy love conceal ? 
Love me, O Lord, forgivingly 

Mountains by the darkness hidden 
My faith it is an oaken staff 
My hastening life admonishes 
My work appointed I have done 

Now have we met that we may ask 

O God, our spirits unassisted 

O holy ones, O watchers calm . 

O Lord, Thou art not fickle 

O morning so bright . 

O Thou, who by the meat and drink 

Oft when of God we ask 

Oh, break my heart ; but break it as a field 

Oh, is the heart too soon appeased ? 

Oh, rest awhile, but only for a while 

Oh, were I ever what I am sometimes 

Oh, where is He that trod the sea ? 

One says, the glow of life is over 

Our heait is like a little pool 



Rise ! lie calleth thee, arise 

Say not, my soul, from whence . 

See, bannered armies hem . 

See multitudes surrounding 

See the tide as advancing it breaks on 

See, through the heavenly arch . 

Shadows now are darker growing 

Since penalties so fearful . 



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156 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 



Slow is the fall to winter dark . 
Speak not in the shaking thunder 
Spirit of beauty ! thy presence confessing 
Spirit of sacred happiness . 
Spirit ! whose various energies . 

The brooks that brim with showers 

The dewy flowers, more beautiful 

The lengthening light leads on the year 

The sacred word, so fraught with use . 

The sere leaf flickers down 

The soul's sweet summer is not here . 

The sufferer had been heard to say 

The chrysalis in crannies lies 

Thou shalt not doubt the King most high 

Weak we are, although sincere . 
We come to the place of our rest 
When strength is shaken and I fail . 
When the clouds so soft and tender . 
When the wind is blowing . 
Where is the stream, the happy stream 
Where is thy God, my soul ? 
While the law on stone is written 
Wisdom coming from above 



MUSICAL INDEX. 



The numerals indicate the numbers of the Hymns; the names and figures refer to tunes 
and their numbers in the Psalmist. 



I. 


Alsace. . . 


. 250 


XXXI. 


Azotus . . 


. . 287 


II 


Tarsus . . 


. 275 


X X X 1 I . 


Altona . 


. . 262 


III 


Joppa . . . 


. 294 


XXXIII. 


Emmaus 


. . 271 


IV. 


Chesterton . 


. 263 


XXXIV. 


Joppa . 


. . 294 


V. 


Weymouth . 


. 2S9 


XXXV. 


Broadmead 


. . 366 


VI. 


i rue . 
\ Bethlehem . . 


. 177 


X X X V I . 


Blair-Athol 


. . 374 


. 296 


XX XVII. 


Annan . 


. . 209 


VII. 


Holstein . . 


. 206 


XXXVIII. 


AVoohvichC 


ommon 343 


VIII. 


Old 50th . . 


. 99 


XXXIX. 


Hafod . 


. . 368 


IX. 


Arimathea . . 


. 146 


XL. 


(K-emvbeck 


. . 73 


X. 


St. Thomas . 


. 196 


\()ld 113th 


. . so 


XI. 


Thorpe . . 


. 137 


XLI. 


( XX'urtzburg 
1st. Helen's 


. . 212 


XII. 


AVestbury . . 


. 256 


. . 109 


XIII. 


Darlington . 


. 273 


XLII. 


Galatia . 


. . 35S 


XIV. 


Gorton . . . 


. 25 


XLIII. 


Kettering 


. . 2S5 


XV. 


Tirzah . . . 


. 204 


XLIV. 


Naples . 


. . 349 


XVI. 


Munich . . 


. 286 


XLV. 


Carey's . 


. . 75 


XVII. 


Blandford . . 


. 291 


XI.VI. 


Milan . 


. . SS 


XVIII. 


Morley. . . 


. 22S 


XL VII. 


Caton 


. . 52 


X I X . 


Irene . . . 


. 100 


XLVIII. 


Dort . . 


. . 98 


XX. 


Solicitude. . 


. 90 


XLIX. 


Be re a 


. . 346 


XXI. 


Marpnrg . . 


. 394 


L. 


Devonport 


. . 378 


XXII. 


Silverdale 


. 114 


LI. 


Calilee . 


. . 300 


XXIII. 


Wiirtemburg 


. 257 


LII. 


Dulwich 


. . 392 


XXIV. 


Chichester . 


. 186 


LIII. 


Amersham 


. . 308 


X X V. 


Damascus 


. 274 


LIV. 


Corinth . 


. . 187 


XXVI. 


Dorking . . 


. 188 


LV. 


Yeovil . 


. . 386 


XXVII. 


Andover . . 


. 260 


LVI. 


Cana . . 


. . 375 


LXVIII. 


Mount Zion . 


. 381 


LVII. 


St. Dionis 


. . 298 


XXIX. 


Nuremburg . 


. 396 


LVIIL 


St. Faitir.s 


. . 388 


XXX. 


Colosse . . 


. . 363 


LIX. 


Morningtoi 


. . 103 



158 



MUSICAL INDEX. 



LX. 

LXI. 

LXII. 

LXIII. 

LXIV. 

LXV. 

LXVI. 

LXVII. 

LXVIII. 

LXIX. 

LXX 

LXXT. 
LXXII. 
LXXT IT. 
LXXIV. 
LXXV. 
LXXV[. 
LXXVII. 

LXXVIII. 

LXXTX. 



Azotus . 
Anspach 
Brynglas 
Spring Vale 
Gibeon . 
Addison's 
Baun . . 
Nazareth 
Harlow . 
Samaria . 

j Sion . . 

1 Edinburgh 
Brunswick 
Alexandria 
Lystra . 
Azotus . 
Hamburgh 
Bethany . 
Nuremburg 

f Old 112th 

iModin . 
Hierapolis 



2S7 
371 
344 
376 
295 
172 
282 
299 
143 
284 
79 
3S0 
227 
391 
220 
287 
398 
236 
396 
175 
373 
347 



LXXX. 


Llanberris . . 


189 


LXXXI. 


Jerusalem . . 


293 


LXXXII. 


Luther's Hymn 


400 


LXXXIII. 


Salisbury . . . 


290 


LXXXIV. 


Beverley . . . 


190 


LXXXV. 


S anbury . . . 


120 


LXXXVI. 


Leipzig . . . 


279 


LXXXVII. 


Melita .... 


393 


LXXX VIII. 


Bonchurch . . 


390 


LXXXIX. 


Kiel . . . . 


1S2 


XC. 


Caesarea . . . 


292 


XCI. 


Kensington . . 


395 


XCII. 


Ephesus . . . 


278 


XCIII. 


Hereford . . . 


197 


XCIV. 


Mysia . . . . 


222 


xcv. 


St. Vedast . . 


382 


xcvi. 


Old 50th . . . 


99 


XCVII. 


Clitheroe . . . 


43 


XCVIII. 


Bohemia . . . 


350 


XCIX. 


Pulford . . . 


301 


c. 


( Harwich . . . 


200 


1 Nazareth . . . 


299 



METRICAL ANALYSIS. 



IAMBIC METRES. 

The following hymns in the " Rivulet" are L.M. : Xos. 1, 4, 
9, 12, 2 :.. 27, :•_>, 44, 47, 49, 79, 98. The following are 

L.M.D. : Xos. 33, 61, 65. 

The CM. hymns are Xos. 11, 14, IS, 68, 71, 73, 76, S5, 94, 97. 
. ;.I).. Nos. i 

The SJi. hymns arc Xos. 15, 22, 37, 41, 53, 59. The S.M.D., 

Xo<. ;. 

of the L.M... CM., and S.M. hymns may be sung also as 
L.M.D., C.M.D., andS.M.D. 



Other Iambic Metres. 
.6.6.6.4 . 
6.6.6.6.8.8 (148th) 

6.6.8, double (122d) 
6.6.8.4, double 

I lines, or 8; 
7. 7. -.7, double 
8.6.8.6.8.6 
8.6.8.6.8.8 

.; . 

7 

. 

8's, six lines (112th) 
Ditto, in triplets (113th) 
Old 113th (12 lines) 
9.6, eight lines 

litto 
10*8, :' mr lini - . 
lu.lu.10.10.11. 11 (Old 50th) 



Nos. 

. 17 

10, 90 

. 30 

. SI 

52, SO, 88 



. 82 
48,93 
13, 4 5, 78 
40, 78 
. 40 
- ■ 77 
. 91 
. 64 
8, 96 



160 



METRICAL ANALYSIS. 



TROCHAIC METRES. 

The following hymns are 7's (4 lines) : Nos. 16, 20, 43, 46, 50, 69, 
) ; (6 lines), No. 56 ; (8 lines, or 4), No. 36. 



Other Trochaic Metres. 
6.5 , eight lines 
7.7.7.5 
7.7.7-7.4.7 

8.7.8.7 . 

8.7.8.7.4.7 
8.7.8.7.7.7 
8.7, eight lines 

8.7.S.7.8.8.7.7 . 



5.5.11, double . 

5.5.12, ditto . 
6.6.9, ditto . 
8's (4 lines, or 8) 
10.10.11.11 (104th) 
11.10.11.10 
12.11.12.11 
13.11.13.11 



6.6.7.7.7.7 
6.6.8.6.8.6 
7.6.7.6.7.7 
7.6.7.6.7.8.7.6 , 



ANAPAESTIC METRES. 



MIXED METRES 



Nos. 

3, 34 
31, 60, 74 

. 83 
63, 66 
86, 92 

. 26 
24, 54 

. 75 



. 100 


. 67 


. 2S 


6,70 


. 57 


. 87 


. 21 


. 51 


. 19 


. 95 


. 58 


5, 84 



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